Description: Barbara realizes who the better sibling is. Based on this song
Word Count: 1.1k
Warnings: thereâs some sibling rivarly, some angst, some fluff, some cursing
I canât believe weâre finally alone
Y/N could see Barbara from across the ballroom floor. It was the Wayne annual Valentineâs Gala. At this point, Y/N believed that Bruce finds any reason to throw a gala. Of course, as Gothamâs Princess, Y/N Wayne was in attendance.Â
The adopted daughter of Bruce Wayne came with its duties and this just happened to be one of them. However, this gala was different. All of the Wayne kids were in attendance. Everyone from Dick to Damian. Even Jason made an appearance. These galas were extremely boring. So one-by-one the kids crept out, leaving Bruce to deal with the old and senile of Gotham City.Â
I canât believe I almost went home
Y/N watched carefully as her older brother crept out of the gala. He had a girl with him. His hand was gripping her waist a bit too tightly to just be friends. This wasnât unusual for Dick Grayson. Dick Grayson was notorious for having many girlfriends. Most of the Gotham news outlets painted Dick as a Bruce Jr. Tonight was different because Dick Grayson was meant to be entertaining Barbara Gordon.
jason slept soundly next to you. his soft breaths usually calming to lull you to sleep but all you could do was toss and turn. huff and puff. aggressively fixing your pillow to try and get comfortable but to no avail. itâs just hot. feeling sweaty and sticky. your clothes feel wet against your skin. kicking your leg in frustration, tears well up in your eyes. you hurry to rid off your clothes letting out a sigh of relief as cool air hits your bare body but itâs still not enough.
looking to jason, laying on his stomach. black tee adorning his body. arms resting under his pillow, he looks so peaceful. so handsome. you feel bad just thinking about waking him up but you were desperate.
"jay?" shaking his arm, he doesnât budge.
you bite your lipâ eyebrows furrowed and just stare at him. thinking maybe you could just put on a movie or something. that wouldn't help though. you just want him to hold you so you try again and he doesnât even stir.
one more time, you let out a choked sob and shake him a bit harder. this time he stirs.
âhabibti? are you okay?â he looks up, staring at you with confused yet concerned eyes.
"need you." moving your hand back and forth between you, signifying that you want skin to skin. he sniffs and clears his throat. straightening up to remove his clothes.
"come on baby" laying on his back, he pulls you to his side. knee over his waistâ you snuggled against him and as much as you were comfortable, it wasn't enough. you need him closer.
"i need you closer" you softly spoke. "what?" instead of responding verbally, you rub your leg against his. lifting your head off his chest to look at him.
"i don't want to fuck. i just.. i want you closer. i'm so tired and i can't. i just-" you start to whine but he shushes you. "hey hey" jason caresses your cheek, a pressing a sleepy kiss to your forehead. "i got you. you're okay"
moving your leg off him, he starts to rub his dick, getting it hard for you. his other hand rubbing tiny circles on your skin while you drew shapes on his chest, letting out hums here and there.
another kiss to your cheek, he pulls you on top of him, making sure your comfortable before guiding himself to your entrance.
he pushes himself into you, your cunt fluttering gently around him. he's so big and fills you up just right. soft groans leave the both of you as his hand gently massage your back before wrapping his arms around you' "better, baby?"
you nod sleepily, pressing a kiss to his chest before leaning up and pressing another to his jaw. he hums, tightening his grip around you causing shivers to run down your spine. his warmth, scent, and the fullness you feel lullying you to sleep.
Pairing: Ares!Reincarnated!Park Jimin x Goddess!Black!Female!Reader, Reincarnation AU, Greek Mythology AU
Word Count: 3,118
Synopsis: You were his oasis where the water never ran dry. He was the garden where blooms shone like diamonds. His lips were of the sweetest ambrosia that made you forget your sour past, your embrace a blanket that shielded him from the nightmare that was his life. Your souls were safe in the hands of one another. Nothing could ever separate you, the daisy chain youâve woven entwining your fate and destinies until the end of time.
Even when the blade cuts the vine and the petals fall into the fire, he will always find you.
Warnings: reader is super sad and depressed and grieveing, so is Taehyung but they show it in different ways, feelings of being incomplete/hollow, mention of reader possibly being su*cidal(itâs really just an irrational fear Taehyung has and I implanted it in kind of a double meaning), lots of reminiscing, reader and Jimin were absolutely infatuated with one another, mentions of multiple rounds of love making, not a warning really but the reader in this has Vitiligo!
A/N: Hi! Iâm here with Chapter 1! It switches back and forth between the present and memories of the past. Iâve just done the memories in italics. Iâm always open to criticism so please feel free to comment or message me about anything! Hope you enjoy!
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ây/nâŠâŠ.y/nâŠâŠy/n!!â
You were startled from your daydream by the call of someoneâs voice. You blinked a few times before turning to the sound of the voice, finding Taehyungâs worried expression looking down at you.
âOh. Taehyung. I didnât hear you come in.â
He pouted. âIâve been calling your name but you were daydreaming. Are you okay?â
No.
âYes. Iâm fine. Iâm sorry I worried you.â That didnât even sound convincing to yourself. Words dry and soulless, your heart aching as you spoke. You were lying to yourself and to Taehyung. Why? You didnât know. You guessed it was better to lie. Saying the truth justâŠâŠ.
Taehyung looked down to your lap, his eyes glossing over at what you held. âIs thatâŠ..?â
The grey fabric stretched out across your lap but it never touched the ground. You didnât want it to get dirty. It was still perfectly maintained, not a spec of dirt or even signs of wear.
The only thing was that single row of stitching in bright pink thread.
The thud of Taehyung falling to his knees next to you caused your eyes to sting with unshed tears. He carefully picked up a corner of the cape, bringing it up to his nose to inhale the scent that still clung to it.
The scent heâs grown so fond of. The scent of familiarity and trust.
The scent of his best friend.
Tears fell from his eyes, the droplets wetting the cape and sobs coming from his mouth. At the sight of his tears, your own began to fall, quieter than his but still just as powerful and desperate.
âI miss youâŠ.â He whispered.
âJimin!â
Jimin looked up from where he was sharpening his blade to find Taehyung running towards him. The man wasnât in robes. Instead in loose pants and a an even looser shirt, hair pushed back from his face with a headband. The smile on his face was blinding. Jimin wondered just how he could always look so happy. What did he have to be so happy for?
Taehyung skidded to a stop, leaning over with a hand on his knee to try and catch his breath.
âWhew, why is your home on the top of this hill? The bottom of it is completely empty.â He panted, wiping sweat from his forehead.
Jimin placed his sword to the side, standing and walking over to the large basin of water that sat to his right. âItâs good exercise.â Was all he said, dipping his hands in the water and then splashing it on his face.
âWalks to your home should be relaxing, not exhausting.â He panted out, lungs struggling to pull in precious oxygen.
âWhy are you here?â
At that moment, Jimin noticed Taehyung had been holding something. It was a small box, nothing really special about it.
âHere. I brought you something.â He tossed the box to Jimin who caught it before slumping over to the water basin and dunking his entire head into it.
Jimin looked down at the small box, flipping it over a few times. âWhat is it?â
Taehyung came up for air with a gasp, hair dripping wet but there was a relieved look on his face. He lifted the end of his shirt to wipe his face.
âItâs a present. Your birthday is today, isnât it?â
Jimin tilted his head, trying to think of what day it was. It was his birthday? To be honest, he couldnât even recall the last time heâs celebrated his birthday or received gifts. It was just like any other day to him. The battlefield didnât care what day you were born; it barely cared what day you died.
âOh.â
Taehyung raised an eyebrow. He knew Jimin wasnât the most social person nor was he very responsive to affection and kind gestures. He wasnât awkward, per se but you could tell he wasnât really used to casual interaction with others. He wasnât good at keeping conversation, often responding with curt answers or simple yes/no. He was just the slightest bit oblivious as well which Taehyung found hilarious.
Regardless, he was still Taehyungâs friend and he wanted to help break that wall Jimin had strongly built around himself.
âAnyway, I got it for you. I had to fight the Hydra just to get it from a shipwreck.â He bounced on his toes, punching the air to illustrate how he fought the creature.
âYou canât swim.â
Deflating, Taehyung huffed but quickly regained his cheery smile. âOpen it.â
Jimin carefully opened the lid, guard up just in case something popped out of the box. Not that he thought Taehyung would ever do something to hurt him. Millennia of walking around with his guard constantly up made it hard for him to feel safe. Even in the comfort of his home in his bed, for some reason he always felt like something was about to attack him.
But he never felt like Taehyung was a threat. The joyous man was like walking sunshine, always so kind and gracious to everyone he passed. Jimin wondered how one person could be so happy all the time, his smile infectious and his laughter resounding. Jimin felt a little strange being in his presence sometimesâwhy would someone so social and lively want to associate with a loner like Jimin? Taehyung had so many friends yet he insisted on hanging around Jimin all the time. He didnât dislike it but it was unfamiliar.
Inside the box, Jimin found a golden broochâtwo pegasus facing one another, their wings outstretched and mouths opened as if they were sending out neighs of battle.
A weird feeling settled in his chest. What was it? Heâs been feeling that way a lot lately.
Taehyung watched as Jimin just stared down at the gift. He couldnât help but feel the tiniest bit nervous that Jimin wouldnât like it. It was his first time getting a gift for the war god and he didnât have a lot to go off of. From his observation, Jimin only seemed to like exercising and being alone. And exercising while being alone. And being alone while exercising. Oh and plums! He found out Jiminâs favorite fruit a few months ago. Jimin didnât have a lot of favorites actually. So when it came to figuring out his gift, Taehyung just went with something small but practical.
âItâs to replace the clasps you wear on your cape. I thought it would look nice. Do you like it?â He wrenched his hands together. He really hoped Jimin liked it.
Jimin lifted his head to finally look at Taehyung. He had no expression on his face, nothing telling Taehyung of if he liked the gift or not. It was actually causing some internal panic that Taehyung has only felt that one time he broke one of the strings on Apolloâs harp. He only wanted to try playing it but it turned out that the harp only responded to its owner. Good thing Apollo was so calm and assured him it could be easily repaired.
âYes.â
Taehyungâs smile was brighter than Heliosâ sun, his feet bouncing his body in giddiness.
âThatâs great! Why donât you try it on?â
You placed a hand on Taehyungâs hair, trying to comfort him and in turn, comfort yourself.
After a few minutes of crying, Taehyung regained his composure, wiping his face with the back of his hand.
âIâm sorry.â
You shook your head. âItâs okay. Iâm sorry. I didnât mean to upset you.â
âYou didnât.â It was his turn to shake his head. âI know this time of year is hard for you.â
That was an understatement. It was more than just hard. It was painful, depressing, and soul crushing. Most days, you couldnât even rise out of bed, your grief and sadness weighing you down. But even the bed felt cold without him next to you. You hadnât slept comfortably in 2 centuries, exhaustion weighing at your bones but your eyes just wouldnât close. If you did get rest, it wasnât until you crashed from being awake for too long. And even those short moments did nothing to alleviate your exhaustion.
You couldnât rest if he wasnât by your side.
âWhy are you still awake?â You yawned, rubbing the sleep out of your eyes as you stepped onto the balcony. Astraeus had laid a think blanket of night across the sky, delicately arranging each star on the dark canvas.
Jimin was resting against the railing, his upper body bare and lower body covered with a pair of loose grey pants. You could spot the deep red scratches you had marked on his shoulder blades from your rounds of lovemaking. He had taken you higher and made you see brighter stars than the ones Astraeus laid in the sky. Your body was still thrumming, overfilled with the adoration of your lover and equally with the fading vibrations of your ecstasy. It had been your first time together and yet, it felt like youâve been together for ages. His soft hands caressing your skin, his lips kissing every each of you as he whispered lulls of adoration and relaxation across your heated skin. Youâve never felt so safe and utterly enamored with someone in your entire life.
Jimin was justâŠ..everything.
He turned at the sound of your voice, smiling when he saw you. You had draped a robe over yourself, the belt tied loosely so he could see the expanse of your belly and the curve of your cleavage, all the way down to the smoothness of your thighs. Multiple marks and bruises laid all around, indentations of bite marks and bruises from where his fingers would dig into your skin. You were a vision laid out beneath him. For a moment, he thought he was dreaming. There was no way someone as ethereal as you could be real, and even more so, be with him. He was infatuated with you, your happiness and pleasure his own. What a sight you were when you were overcome with pleasureâhe was sure the image would be ingrained in his memory forever.
âI donât know. I just didnât feel tired.â He held his arms out for you to walk into, sighing when your warmth soaked into his skin. He hugged you close, nuzzling his cheek against yours.
You leaned down a little to press a light kiss on his exposed collarbone over a love bite you had placed there. The sight of the bruise just solidified that he was actually yours. Forever.
âYou should rest. The last war stretched on quite longer than the others.â Your hands rubbed across the expanse of his muscled back, a shiver going down his spine when you graced over a few scars he had there.
He hummed. âI will. I can rest easy now.â You leaned back to gaze into his eyesâthe brown irises; once cold and filled with a dull sheen had turned bright, filled with unspoken love that didnât need to be voiced. When he looked at you, that perpetual sadness and void he carried disappeared, replaced by joy and an overwhelming yearning for you and only you.
He loved you. He was in love with you.
âSo can I.â Your eyes shone brighter than the moon, deeper than Poseidonâs ocean and more captivating than a sirenâs song.
He had to kiss you and he did. âLetâs go back to bed.â He whispered against your lips.
Your eyes glittered with mirth as you smiled at him. âAnother round already? Arenât you tired, my love?â
His hands ran over your waist and thighs, squeezing you lovingly and firmly.
âI will never get enough of you, my precious oasis. Now that Iâve gotten a taste of you on my palate, my hunger has only intensified.â
~
You and Taehyung sat in silence for a few moments longer, just basking in your memories of Jimin, each one happy but with a deep seated pain underneath. How could either of you reminisce fondly when the center of your memories had left your side in such an unspeakable way? It was impossible.
You wiped your wet cheeks. âWhat did you come to tell me, Taehyung?â
âHuh? Oh yeah.â He rubbed the cape fabric between his thumb and index finger. âWeâre getting ready to go out. Are you sure you didnât want to come with us? It would do you some good to get out of the house.â
âI donât think so.â You woefully smiled.
âI really donât think you should be alone.â Taehyung was a good friend. You were grateful he was looking out for you and you knew he just wanted to help but it just hurt too much. You wished you could relax as well.
You reached out to cup his cheek, running your thumb cover his cheekbone. âI promise Iâm okay. You go have fun. Iâll be here when you come back.â
He understood the double meaning behind your words. I wonât leave you too. It filled him with a warm melancholy.
âOkayâŠ.call me if you need anything.â
âI will.â
After bidding Taehyung farewell and him promising heâd bring you your favorite snack once he returned home, you decided to take a walk by yourself. Taehyung was right. Being cooped up wouldnât do much and you didnât really feel like interacting with others. Perhaps taking a walk will help you feel a little less lonely.
The night sky was clear but there were no stars to sparkle around the full moon. Artemis must be in a good mood.
You inhaled a deep breath through your nose, the smell of crisp autumn filling your nostrils. The nymphs back on Olympus always painted the leaves in the most warm and vibrant colors of yellows, oranges, and reds. Apples were always the sweetest around this time as well.
âMy love, look. I picked some apples from Artemisâ forest.â You placed the basket down on the grass in front of him. He had been leaning against a tree, eyes closed as he let the cool breeze flow over him. His eyes opened once he heard your voice, a smile gracing his features.
Your dark skin seemed to glow under the golden rays of the sun, the lighter spots reminding him of those patches of sunlight that shone through the trees and lit up the ground. Your orange robes fluttered around you making you look like the fallen leaves that cascaded down from the trees. You were more beautiful than Aphrodite. He was sure the goddess of love would curse him if she ever heard that but he didnât care. Heâd tell anyone any day that you were the most stunning goddess to grace this sacred land.
âHave you? They look delicious, my sweet.â He grabbed one of the crisp red apples, digging in his pocket to retrieve a small knife. He sliced through the skin with ease, perfectly cutting a slice and handing it to you. Your eyes lit up, taking it from him.
âYouâre so good at that. You should consider cooking.â You bit the slice, humming as the sweetness hit your tongue.
He sliced his own piece, eating and chewing it. âI like to cook.â
âReally?â You dramatically gasped, turning your head so fast that your full hair bounced, the live butterflies that often rested on the curls fluttering from your certain movement. âWhy have I never been dazzled by your culinary talents?â
The smile came so easily to his face. âYouâve never asked but Iâll be happy to astonish you with my skills.â
You scooted closer to drape yourself across his lap, your cheek resting on your folded arms. You closed your eyes, your different colored lashes brushing against the apples of your cheeks. Heâs never wanted to kiss you so badly in his life.
âThat sounds lovely. Iâll patiently wait until the day I can taste your cooking. I expect it tomorrow when I come over.â
He let out a loud âhaâ, shaking his head is gleeful disbelief. âIâll do my best.â
~
You could still taste that warm apple pie he made special for you on your tongue. Oh how you yearned to taste it again, to taste his lips after he took his own bite of pie. His lips just looked so appetizing and your heart was so full that you couldnât help yourself.
You missed him so much.
Tears fell down your cheeks in endless streams as you walked, the pain in your heart numbing your body until you were just listlessly walking.
Why did that tyrant have to take him away from you? Zeus ruled from that throne, arrogant and commanding, demanding complete submission from every being on Olympus. And the moment any one tried to defy his power, he showed no mercy. He thought his word was law, that he could do no wrong. Taking accountability was like poison to him, even if he was wrong, he wasnât.
And due to that narcissist, your love had been snatched away from you. Why did either of you deserve to be punished simply because Zeus refused to see any reason past his own nose. You could still remember the day after Jimin was struck down. The images vivid in your mind but too painful to think about.
You continued your walk until you reached a small pond. Sitting on a bench, you stared out into the still waters, tears still falling.
A tickle in your throat brought out a songâ Jiminâs favorite song. Youâd sing it to him when heâd return from battle, ragged and fatigued, heâd come to rest in your arms. Youâd run him a bath, singing your lullaby to him as you cleaned his hair, whispering words of poetry to him that you had thought of in his absence. As your hands massaged his scalp, your lips brought him solace, each word strengthening the already overwhelming love he held for you.
When you finished your song, your heart felt ready to burst, the pain too much for your body to handle. You couldnât take it anymore. 4 decades had passed without him and you think this would be the year you just completely give up but you knew you couldnât do that. That would leave Taehyung alone and you had made a promise to him butâŠ.
âI miss you so much, my love. What I wouldnât give to have you by my side again.â
âThat was a beautiful song.â
That voiceâŠ.you knew that voice. You knew it so well. Youâve spent a century ingraining that voice into your memory, being able to recognize it even in a room full of screaming banshees.
There was no wayâŠâŠit was impossible.
Slowly turning your head, you met a pair of eyes that youâve stared into for hoursâthose eyes that had a fiery passion behind them when you two were in the throes of bliss, those eyes that squinted into crescents whenever they were happy, and those eyes that looked at you with such devotion and fondness the day they got down on one knee to ask you to be theirs for the rest of your lives.
Pairing: fuckboy!Park Jimin x fuckgirl!black!female!reader
Word Count: 8.6K+
Warnings: Smut(18+ but I donât control what you consume), drinking, assault(throwing things at someone), mentions of objectifying women, mentions of STD tests(everyoneâs clean), drinking alcohol(nothing explicit), kind of homie hopping but not really, mentions of previous partners, mentions of dom/sub relationships, readerâs low key a domđ«Ł, readerâs also bisexualđ, readerâs got that WAP and NyQuil đș, talks of safe words(comfort and consent are sexy!), oral(m and f receiving), face sitting, unprotected sex(wrap it please), multiple orgasms(m receiving, mentions of f receiving), reverse cowgirl
Yawns and whines sounded from his bed, the body thatâs been warming it for the past few hours finally rising from the post coital sleep caused by multiple rounds of intense and rough sex.
The sun wasnât even up yet, the moon still shining overhead.
âOh youâre awake?â A voice asked.
The womanâs sleep fuzzed eyes blinked a few times to clear her blurry vision, sights settling on the lean back of the man who just rocked her world hours before.
She sleepily smiled, lifting her tired body from the mattress. The blankets fell, revealing her naked body which had been littered with marks and bruises from his mouth and hands.
Draping her arms over his shoulders, she pressed a few kisses to his shoulder. âItâs still dark out. Why are you awake?â
His head turned slightly to look at her. She was pretty, not really his type but easy on the eyes. Now with messy hair and her makeup smudged, he was starting to think she was only really pretty when done up.
âI never went to sleep.â
Her warm cheek rubbed against his skin before she lulled in low and suggestive tone, âReady for another round?â
He scoffed a laugh, shaking himself from her hold and standing to his feet. âNah but your Uber is less than 5 minutes away. You better get dressed.â
Her mouth dropped in shock, sputtering out a, âw-what? What are you talking about?â
He picked her dress and underwear up off the ground before tossing them on the bed.
âI meant what I said. Beat it. I have to go to sleep before work later.â He quipped dismissively with a yawn.
Her hands gathered up the blankets, holding them to her chest, hot shame and embarrassment burning at her cheeks. Whereas his gaze initially made her feel sexy and wanted, now his sharp eyes just made her feel dirty and used. Like some $2 whore.
âButâŠ.â
He rolled his eyes, already growing irritated. His phone chimed and he held it up, seeing the Uber was just a minute away.
âCome on. Your Uber is about to pull up. I didnât know where your house was so I just put in the bar where we met. Is that cool?â
Suddenly, a pillow whacked him in the face with enough force that it actually made him stumble back. Wait a secondâŠâŠwhat did she say her dad did? Huh, he could barely remember her name, much less what she was talking about in the bar. Truthfully, he didnât talk her up much before getting her to come home with him. She was easier than most.
He didnât have too much time to dwell on it before multiple projectiles were firing at him.
âHey! Hey! Stop!â
He held up his arms to protect his head, sucking and dodging all of the things she flung at him. It didnât do much, however, since almost every item was hitting him. Damn she had good aim.
âYou asshole! You fuck me and then put me out?! Did your mother not teach you any fucking manners?!â Gratefully, she ran out of things to throw.
He huffed, rubbing his side where his fake potted plant had hit him. âYouâre insane. Look at how you trashed my room.â
She growled as she pulled her clothes on, grabbing her phone and purse before stomping out in a huff.
âScrew you, Park Jimin! I hope your dick falls off!â She spat in disgust, slamming his door hard enough to shake the walls.
Pfft, whatever.
Park Jimin was a certified womanizer and connoisseur of the primal pleasures. His body count was probably higher than college kids on 4/20. To some, that might seem gross and irresponsible. Who can have that much sex with that many people? And to that, Jimin said âbe jealousâ. Jimin prided himself on safe and consensual sex at all times. Well, there were a few women who heâs braved unprotected for but he always made sure they were clean and got them Plan Bâs afterwards!
To ensure no strings attached sex, Jimin had 3 main rules he followed.
1. Never go over the womanâs house.
2. Never sleep over
3. Never sleep with someone twice
These 3 rules are what kept Jimin a well oiled machine. Itâs also what kept girls from getting too attached and sending mixed messages. He wasnât looking for any kind of relationship or anything long term; just sex and thatâs it.
And he planned on keeping it that way.
~
Jimin flopped down on his friendâs couch, groaning from his still aching side. A light bruise had already purpled there but thankfully nothing was broken.
He sluggishly pushed himself through work, those pain patches doing nothing to alleviate his pain.
âFuck, my side is killing me.â
âI will never understand why you treat women like that. Didnât another girl post your STD results on Instagram a few years ago?â His best friend since childhood, Taehyung remembered.
Ah yes, that incident.
To sum it up, a girl he slept with some years back had requested his STD results. Normal enough, right? Safety first and whatnot. After hitting it and quitting it, he thought heâd never see the girl again. Everything was quiet until he was tagged in a post showing his results along with a lengthy caption calling him a pig and multiple variations of the word âslutâ that heâs never even heard of.
And if that wasnât bad, almost every woman heâs slept with spawned under that post like white girls to pumpkin spice. Fortunately, it didnât go viral(673 comments doesnât count, right?) and Jimin sort of forgot about it.
From that moment on, he never gave out any of his contact information and he kept his STD results in his wallet. So far, everythingâs been going well.
Well, until last night.
âItâs fine. She got in the Uber and hopefully she got home okay.â
Taehyungâs eyes widened and his mouth dropped open in shock. âYou didnât get her an Uber home? At 3AM? Do you know how dangerous that is?â He gasped, following in the womanâs footsteps and throwing a pillow at Jimin but with not nearly as much force.
Jimin blocked the pillow before continuing, âIâd rather not know where she stays so I can avoid ever walking by. She had the arm of a baseball player.â Suddenly it clicked! Jimin snapped his fingers in jubilation, memory coming back. âThatâs it! Her fatherâs a baseball player. Thatâs what she said.â
Taehyung slapped his forehead dramatically. âYouâre ridiculous. You know, one day youâre gonna meet someone who will give you your just desserts.â
The middle finger was thrown up in Taehyungâs direction.
As if that would ever happen.
~
Jiminâs pain had faded by the weekend which meant it was time to party!
If only he had a party to attend. He was avoiding his favorite barânot out of fear of seeing that strong armed girl again! Of course not!
So he decided to tag along with Jungkook and Jungkookâs college friends to another bar. He also convinced Taehyung to take a break from being a moody misunderstood artist.
Drinks were flowing and the sweet tail in this bar was catching Jiminâs eye. He could already spot at least 4 women that fit his standards. If everything went well, heâd be out of the bar and on his way home with someone on his arm within an hour.
âLetâs get some shots.â Jungkook offered to which the others nodded in agreement. While he turned to do that, Jimin started surveying the bar again. Taehyung must have noticed because he nudged him.
âYouâre not thinking of which girl to take home, are you? Did you not learn from that baseball playerâs daughter?â Taehyung sighed exasperated. He loved Jimin but goodness he could be an idiot. The shots arrived at that time and Jimin downed his. He didnât really need liquid courage to loosen him up but it still helped.
Jimin shrugged his shoulder. âStop worrying so much. Bathroom quickies are my specialty.â
Taehyung rolled his eyes, muttering, âbut somehow learning from your mistakes isnât.â
Ignoring the jab, Jimin resumed his scan of the bar, making eye contact with a pretty girl across the way. Her eyes widened at being caught, quickly averting her gaze and looking at her drink as if it was the most interesting thing ever.
He smirked. Perfect. Shy ones are always the best.
Just as he was about to move to approach her, she was tapped on the shoulder by another girl by her side. They moved away from their spot on the bar and Jimin was met with a sight so mouth watering that he had to pinch himself to make sure he wasnât dreaming.
A woman was leaned over the bar counter, thick glossed lips sucking at a straw in a fruity colored drink. His eyes followed the curve of your back, over the swell of your ass in that dressâthick luscious legs that looked miles long in your strappy platforms and white toenail polish! Your hair was long and dark, falling over your back like an onyx curtain.
Damn. You were sexy as hell.
âHey look, itâs Yoongi hyung.â Jungkook noticed, pointing in the direction of their friend.
Jimin and the others watched as Yoongi crossed the barâŠâŠstraight to you.
Yoongi leaned against the bar next to you, your eyes sparkling at the sight of a familiar face.
Itâs moments like these Jimin wishes he could read lips. What were you two talking about? Did Yoongi know you personally or was this your first time meeting him? If Yoongi did know you, were you two just friends or currently on the pathway to dating? Contrary to his demeanor and face, Yoongi was actually very social and made friends easily. He was also just as smooth as Jimin when it came to bringing people home. Would Yoongi get you first?
After stalking watching you for a while longer, you two seemed to bid each other farewell before Yoongi walked away.
Jungkook held up his hand to catch his attention. âYoongi hyung! Over here!â
The cat like manâs gaze flickered over to the small group, a little smile on his face as he approached.
Once he got close enough, he greeted everyone with waves and bro hugs. âWhatâs up? I didnât know you guys would be here tonight.â
Jungkook nodded. âThereâs a deal on Long Islands. What are you doing here? Normally college kids come to this bar.â
Yoongiâs eyes scanned the crowd. âIâm Hoseok and Seokjinâs designated driver. Some girl Hoseokâs dating goes here.â He informed with a shrug.
Ah. That made sense. Hoseok was kind of a stuck drunk and while Seokjin was a good drinker, he still didnât like driving under the influence. And Uberâs were off the table as well.
âMe? Get in a strangerâs car? Preposterous.â
So that left Yoongi as designated driver.
But enough about their wacky friends. Jimin had bigger things to worry about, like your ass.
âHyung, who is that girl you were just talking to?â
Yoongi raised an eyebrow, turning for a moment to look at you before facing Jimin again.
âOh, y/n? Sheâs a student here. Sheâs getting her Masterâs.â Yoongi answered.
Jimin hummed. âAnd are you twoâŠ..?â He trailed off, gesticulating his hands in a weird way.
Yoongi frowned. âAre we what?â
âHe wants to know if you two are together before he goes and tries to fuck her.â Taehyung finished for them since he couldnât bear this dumb game. âPlease tell me she does professional kickboxing.â
Jimin pushed his catty friend. âStop it.â
Yoongiâs mouth opened in a little âahâ. âNo, nothing like that. y/n doesnât date. Trust me, I tried.â He sighed, a little dreamily and defeated.
That was interesting. Not really that you rejected Yoongi but the fact that you didnât date. It honestly shocked Jimin a little. You were smoking hot. How could someone like you not have a partner? Did you have a bad personality? Were you clingy? Were you just hot but also dumb? Hmm.
Eh. He didnât care too much about that. You were single and attractive. That was good enough for him.
Fixing his hair and straightening his leather jacket, he was about to take a step but Yoongiâs hand on his chest stopped him.
âHold up, man. I wouldnât go after her.â
Jimin scoffed. âAnd why not? Just because you canât get her doesnât mean I canât.â
The incredibly petty part of Yoongi wanted to just let Jimin go but he couldnât, in good conscience, just let Jimin approach you unprepared.
âThatâs not what I meant. Iâve never dated y/n but I have slept with her before.â
Wow, that was information he wasnât ready for. Even Taehyung and Jungkook made noises of surprise.
âAnd what? Is she not good? Does she smell?â Jimin questioned, concern actually starting to eat at his tummy. Call him shallow and uneducated but Jimin didnât venture near any pussy that didnât appeal to his sensitive nose and delicate pallet. Perhaps you were just eye candy. Well, a blowjob would still count as a successful endeavor.
Yoongi shook his head. âNo, of course not. The thing is, sheâs the best Iâve ever had and Iâm not joking. Like sheâs so good that I still think about it and it happened over a year ago.â
âPfft. Thatâs it? Whatever, hyung.â Jimin shook Yoongiâs hand off before strutting his way over to you.
Yoongi sighed dejectedly. âHe has no idea what heâs walking into.â
You were about ready to wrap up your night. You really just came out for a drink and to spend time with your friends but they had left a little while ago to definitely have a foursome with these 2 guys. They asked if you wanted to join but you didnât think you were that comfortable seeing your best friendâs vaginas. Well, willingly. You were a girlâs girl through and through but not like that.
Just as you sucked down the last of your drink, a presence settled on your side. At first you thought it was just another patron trying to get a drink but then a sugar sweet voice floated over into your ears.
âCan I buy you another drink?â
You looked to your right, finding a very handsome man leaning against the counter. He was very handsome but also pretty in a kind of graceful way. He wasnât the type you often went after but you didnât discriminate.
You leaned your cheek against the back of your hand. âI donât accept drinks from strangers.â You disclosed.
Jimin felt his eyebrow twitch slightly but he couldnât deny the slight rush your nonchalant tone gave him. You wouldnât be easy and he liked it.
He sniffed. âYou accepted one from the bartender. Heâs a stranger.â He fired back matter of factly.
Ah, you could see now. He wasnât the type to back down. Interesting. Maybe you would play along.
Your smirk sent a shiver down his spine. âHeâs not a stranger. I know him inside and out.â
At that moment, the bartender came over to retrieve your empty glass. When you met his eyes, a red blush painted his skin from his cheeks to his neck.
Reaching into your purse, you pulled out a bill to tip him. âThanks, baby. It was delicious.â You complimented, a sultry tone in your voice that spread that blush even further.
He shyly smiled, eyes flickering around. âY-youâre welcomeâŠ.â He grabbed your glass and you took the opportunity to run the tips of your stiletto nails up the back of his hand. He shivered at the touch, almost dropping the glass but managing to keep it from falling. He bowed at you, thanking you for the tip before scurrying over to the other side of the bar to tend to other customers.
Jiminâs jaw had yet to return to its original state. There was no way he just witnessed that. Itâs obvious that you and that bartender had something going on; something crazy judging by how almost submissive the man acted just by being in your presence.
Was Yoongi right about you?
You flickered your eyes over to the new stranger, reaching out to tap at his chin.
âYour jaw will ache if you do that. Or do you like that sort of thing?â
Jimin snapped his mouth shut, your chuckle bringing heat to the tips of his ears but he forced it down.
âOh so is the bartender your boyfriend or something?â He tried to passively ask but you could see right through him.
âNope. I donât have a boyfriend. Or a girlfriend. I used to though.â
He raised an eyebrow. âYou used to have a boyfriend?â
You shook your head. âNope, a girlfriend but we had to go our separate ways. She had a great rack too.â You reminisced with a sigh.
Were you fucking for real? Jimin didnât give a damn about your ex girlfriend but heâd be lying if he said you hinting at being bisexual wasnât sexy as hell.
He cleared his throat. âWell uh, Iâm Jimin.â
You hummed but didnât make a move to introduce yourself and that kind of pissed him off.
âArenât you gonna tell me your name?â
You swept your hair over your back, the scent of your perfume and whatever else you used in your hair invading his senses.
âDo I need to?â You drawled sassily.
He swallowed. Fuck you were pissing him off.
Luckily for him, Yoongi already told him your name so ha!
âI guess not, y/n.â He smirked.
You tilted your head. Ha! Gotcha! You werenât so clever!
Then you smiled and it sent Jiminâs stomach in a whirl.
Your eyes sparkled with mischief. Jimin was very amusing to you. You couldnât wait to break him.
You leaned closer to him, so close that your lips were almost touching. His breath got caught in his throat, eyes flickering back and forth between your irises.
What was this feeling? Jimin hasnât felt like this sense his last big audition. His stomach was turning, nausea bringing that last drink he had right to the base of his throat, and his palms felt like all the water in his body had populated to his hands.
âThat was cute.â Your eyes flickered from his eyes to his lips. âBut it doesnât matter if you know my name or notâŠ.â
Donât ask why. Donât ask why.
âWhy?â
You smirked, hand lifting to ghost over the side of his throat, your nails scratched lightly over his pulse point. He thickly swallowed, throat feeling tight and dry all of a sudden.
âBecause your mouth will be too preoccupied.â
Damn. You were good. Too good.
While he was mimicking a fish out of water, you dug around your purse for your keys before saying, âletâs get out of here. Do you need to tell your friends where youâre going?â
It took him a second to process what you had said but when he did, he shook his head.
âNo. Why would I need to tell them?â
You shrugged. âJust to be safe. If something happens or they need you, they should know.â
He raised an eyebrow in a suspicious look. âAre you gonna rob me or something?â
You chuckled but he didnât find anything amusing. âOf course not. Letâs just go then.â
~
Rule Number 1 was broken the moment he step foot in your apartment.
Similar to your outward appearance, your apartment was very cool and modern; cool tones of gray and blues complimented one another across all of your furniture and decorations.
You noticed how he was looking around at everything. âDid you want a tour?â
He flinched a little at you speaking. âNo. We can just go to the bedroom.â
You eyed him for a brief moment but shrugged your shoulder and led him down the hall to your bedroom.
You didnât turn on the lights when you entered your bedroom, instead traversing through the dark to find the remote to your LED lights. The room lit up in a bright purple, enough so that he could see clearly but it wasnât overwhelming to ruin the mood.
He didnât take time to look around this time, moving to remove his jacket and lay it across your vanity stool. You had taken a seat on the bed, hands working to untie the strings of your platforms.
âSo, should we talk about boundaries and safe words?â
You were really making his brain buffer, like bad wifi connection.
âSafe words? Isnât that only for like extreme stuff? Like BDSM?â
You were also constantly pissing him off with those little mocking chuckles.
âNormally yes but safe words are really just to gauge comfort and discomfort so if either of us donât like something, we can have an easy way of communicating.â You explained simply, tossing your shoes to the side and working on the strings that held your dress together on either side.
The way you spoke so simply and confidently caused yet another weird feeling to flutter in Jiminâs chest. That was happening often with you.
âUhâŠ.I donât think thatâs necessary.â
You paused in your disrobing(damn it) to look up at him. âAre you sure? The color system is pretty simple. This is our first sleeping together so we should both be comfortable.â
Heâs never had to think about stuff like that before. This was just a one night stand. Why were you so worried about comfort and safe words? He just wanted to get his nut and go.
Holding in an aggravated sigh, he nodded. âSure. Color system. Red, yellow, green. Perfect.â
If you noticed his tone, you didnât say anything. Instead finally finally removing your dress and Jimin got to witness the glory that was your body and hot damn.
From your mocha dusted nipples to the intricate tattoo that rested just between your breasts, all the way down your meaty thighs and your clothed pussy that was barely covered by the thong you wore.
âCome here.â You beckoned with a finger. âLie down.â
Your voice seemed to control his body, his feet moving forward to sit on the bed next to you. Immediately, you were in his space, climbing on top of him to push him down on the mattress.
Your hair fell forward over your shoulder, falling into his face, tickling his nose and getting in his mouth.
You giggled at his sputtering. âSorry. Hold on.â You reached over to your nightstand to grab a large claw clip to get your hair out of your face.
With that done, you leaned down to capture his pillowy lips in a kiss. Honestly, youâve been waiting to kiss him since he approached you at the bar. Something about those Bratz doll lips were so appetizing.
And they didnât disappoint.
Jiminâs hands gravitated to your ass, gripping two handfuls and god bless, it was just as amazing as he imagined.
Your lips worked in tandem against one another. Jimin was caught up in the wonderful globes of fat blessing his palms, hands pushing you to start humping against his straining erection. You sighed as your clit bumped against the zipper cover of his jeans.
You tilted your head more to deepen the kiss, his mouth opening to let your tongues meet. He hummed at the taste of the fruity alcohol and the minty gum you chewed in the car.
Licking at his tongue, you sucked it between your lips, surprisingly pulling a moan from Jimin. Noted.
It honestly shocked him as well. Heâs never felt this turned on just from a little kissing and dry humping. Hell, he hardly kissed any of his sexual partners. Maybe a little here and there but never full on making out like he was doing now.
And he hated to say it but he wanted more.
You must have noticed how he relaxed into the kiss because you pulled away to get a good look at his faceâears tipped red and puffs of breath coming from his plump lips that were shiny with your gloss.
âDo you want to tell me a color?â
Ah that. He almost forgot but he guessed heâd entertain it. âGreen I guess.â
You hummed a âgoodâ, pecking his lips once more before moving to his throat. Your hands went to start on the buttons of his shirt as you nipped and sucked at his pulse point. He stifled another moan when you bit the skin at his collarbone, trailing down to kiss over his chest.
He thought you were about to go straight for his cock, only to be shocked when he felt your tongue run over his nipple.
He jumped at the sensation, head craning to look down at you. âW-what are you doing?â
Your eyes glanced up at him. âOh sorry. Do you not like your nipples touched?â You sounded honestly apologetic.
He felt weird. That felt weird but not necessarily bad. Fuck, what was happening to him?
âItâs just weird.â He simply said.
âOkay. I wonât do it again. Thanks for being honest.â Thereâs that feeling again.
Moving past his chest, you worked on his belt and the button of his jeans. He helped you get them down his legs, also removing his shirt in the process.
Once he was lying back down, you got comfortable between his legs. You kissed around his belly button, his abs contracting from the ticklish feeling. Gripping the band of his briefs, you pulled them down and off his legs, his cock jumping out and slapping against his tummy.
He sighed when your warm palm encased his throbbing erection, shivering as your breath puffed over his slick cockhead.
âReady?â You asked.
He scoffed. Why did you ask him like that? Like a warning almost.
There was that smirk again. You were gonna enjoy this.
Kissing his tip, you licked a wide stripes up his shaft, going all around the circumference of his cock with your sinful tongue. His leg twitched a little at your calculated ministrations, suddenly feeling hot all over despite you just starting.
Once you deemed him licked enough, you took his tip into your mouth, gathering saliva in your mouth to drip down his cock. With that extra lubrication, you began pumping his shaft, tandem sucking at his tip. His hips buck up involuntarily, wanting to feel more of your warm mouth around him.
Your eyes were focused on his face, always watching to make sure he was comfortable but also, you loved seeing his reaction. His own eyes were squeezed shut, hands balled up at his side and lip pulled between his teeth hard enough to bleed.
Mmm. Easy work. Time to up the ante.
Jimin felt your mouth come off of him, the cold air brushing over his spit slicked cock. He let out a breath but that was short lived because all of a sudden, both of your hands were gripping his cock.
He barely had time to lift his head before it was crashing back against your pillows because you started going absolutely ballistic.
Both hands began twisting and squeezing at his shaft, your mouth back on his tip creating an air tight vacuum seal. As your hands moved, your head bobbed up and down on what your hands couldnât reach.
Jiminâs back arched hard enough to hurt, mouth dropping open in a silent scream. You were like a woman possessed, not even the Warrenâs would be able to cleanse you. Loud slurping and sucking noises bounced off the walls, filling his ears and spurring him towards an orgasm faster than it takes Azaelia Banks to embarrass herself.
If your mouth wasnât full of cock, you would have smirked from his reaction. He couldnât stop moving, knees lifting and falling back against the bed and bumping into you a few times, head restlessly tossing side to side against the pillows. His face and chest were flushed red, chest rising and falling as he struggled to breathe.
âOh my godâŠ.â He breathed out, feeling closer to orgasm than ever.
Your hands moved from around his shaft and suddenly, you were taking him all the way down your throat, deep throating him like a god damn python. His hips bucked up again but your wet hands rested on either side of his pelvis to hold him down. You bobbed your head faster, sucking on every upstroke and laving your tongue against the vein that pulsed on the underside of his cock.
Jimin doesnât think heâs ever felt so good in his life, especially not off head alone. It was like every nerve ending in his body was focused in his cock, your hot mouth pulling noises from him that he didnât even know he could make.
Who the fuck were you? Who was he?
He was about to cum. He could feel it stirring and building in his lower belly, hotter than fire and ready to burst like a volcano.
Then you gripped his balls in one of your hands and gave them a light squeeze and the pearly gates were right there.
He let out a gasp, hands moving to try and stop you. He didnât want to cum that fast and definitely not first. He always got the woman off first, at least twice before he finally came. And even that could take a while but you were about to wrench an orgasm from him in minutes. There was no way.
âW-w-waitâŠ.ahâŠ.IâmâŠ.â He stuttered, vocabulary suddenly becoming limited as his orgasm rose.
You could feel his cock throb in your mouth, balls drawing up in your palm. Taking him down your throat once again, his trimmed pubic hairs tickling your nose, you massaged his balls as if trying to force them to give you his cum.
Jiminâs brain struggled to remember that stupid safe word. He needed you to stop before the worst happened.
Alas, two harsh sucks and one more squeeze of his balls and he was ascending.
A moan so loud and drawn out that he didnât even believe it was him came from his throat. Hot splashes of cum hit the back of your throat and you swallowed it down greedily.
Sensitivity began to prickle at Jiminâs spine and cock as you continued to fondle and suck at him.
âYellow yellow yellow.â He gasped out and you immediately backed away.
He slumped against the mattress, inhaling deep breaths and trying to calm his racing heart. Tiredness began pulling at his eyelids and he felt like he could fall asleep at any moment but then a weight settled on his chest.
He cracked open his bleary eyes, not expecting to find your glistening folds just inches from his face. When did you remove your panties? Despite just emptying his balls, he could feel his cock twitch. Damn, could you not?
He looked up to see your sultry eyes staring down at him. He gulped down a block in his throat. He was not expecting this.
âIâll acknowledge your refractory period but just because your cock is down for the count right now doesnât mean your mouth is.â
He was speechless. Heâs never had a woman so shamelessly put her pussy right in his face and practically demand he eat her out.
You must have taken his dropped open mouth as an invite to scoot forward to place your pussy right in his face.
The initial shock had worn off the moment your wet pussy touched his lips. Like muscle memory, he latched onto your clit, hollowing his cheeks to suck on the nub. You hummed at finally getting some relief. Seeing Jiminâs pleasured face had gotten you excited quicker than usual.
You were itching to finally break him down, to stake your claim and inject yourself into his bloodstream until he couldnât think about anyone else but you.
Shouldnât be too hard judging by how frantically he was slurping and licking at your clit like it was his first meal in ages.
You rocked your hips against his face, melting into the feeling. His tongue flicked expertly over your clit, plush lips sucking in intervals in a slightly amateur and sloppy way but thankfully, you liked it. You thought it was cute. And you werenât really picky when it came to oral, clit stimulation was more than enough.
âHold your tongue out.â You ordered and of course, he followed. You rocked your clit against the rough texture of his tongue, hums and sighs of pleasure passing your lips.
Jimin lifted his hands to grab at your ass, pushing you against his tongue a little faster. This wasnât a competition(as far as you were concerned) and no, Jimin wasnât trying his hardest right now to prove a point! He was just being an equal partner in this. He got off so you should too! Yeah, that made sense.
You threaded your fingers through his soft hair, holding him still as you used his tongue to get off. Using your other hand to tweak at your own nipples, you fluttered your eyes shut as you relaxed and let yourself be taken away by his tongue.
Jimin let you take control(as if you ever gave it up) but after a little bit, he took it upon himself to worm one of his hands under you to start prodding at your leaking hole. You could feel his fingers, a smirk that he couldnât see twitching at your lips.
One finger sunk past your opening, your walls clenching around the digit. His cock twitched again, imagining how tight youâd be around it. Fuck that refractory period. He was ready to go now.
He felt around your walls until he pressed against that rough patch inside of you. He noticed you didnât really react so he pressed a little bit harder, feeling a little rush when your hips jumped. Ah, you like it rough, huh?
Slipping another finger inside, he hooked them right into that spot again. Your mouth dropped and a light moan escaped your lips. He also wrapped his lips around your clit again and harshly sucked at it, pulling a slightly louder noise from you.
You were kind of expecting this but you also werenât. With other partners you had, it normally took some coaching and adjusting for them to know how you liked it but he seemed to be knowledgeable.
How cute.
Gripping his hair tighter, you bounced up and down on his fingers, his lips slurping at your clit in tandem.
âMhmâŠ.yes. Just like that. Iâm almost there.â You moaned. That pressure was building higher and higher until you were right on the edge.
Jimin closed his eyes, curling his fingers everytime you bounced, sucking your clit like a man starved. He wanted to see you cum, see you fall apart for him.
He needed to see it.
Jimin moaned against your clit, the vibrations sending sparks up your back, your own moan rivaling his.
ââM gonna cum. Harder.â You said breathless.
Jimin hated how much you bossed him around but he couldnât care much about that. Instead, he thrusted his fingers in and out of your wet cunt faster, your arousal dripping down his palm and wrist. He was spurred on by the wet and sloppy noises that your cunt made, his cock hardening incredibly fast.
With a final suck and one more curl of his fingers, you were releasing all over his face. Your walls clenched around his fingers, your thighs smothering his head as your body locked up.
Jimin licked at your clit until you were shivering in sensitivity, your hips moving back until you were sitting back on his chest. Jimin stretched out his arm that was aching from your previous position, flexing his hand a few times.
You leaned back to rest your palms on his thighs, tilting your head back as you tried to catch your breath.
Jiminâs dark and sharp eyes trailed down your bodyâglistening dark skin covered in sweat, your gorgeous breasts and nipples heaving with every breath, dark stretch marks painting the insides of your thighs.
Damn, you were a picture of sin and he wanted to sink his teeth into you.
âTapping out? Iâll acknowledge your refractory period.â He teased.
You dropped your chin forward to stare at him, a cute smile on your face. Scooting back so that you were straddling him again, you leaned down to kiss his lips. With this position, you could rub your slick folds up and down his cock. He groaned at the feeling. He could only imagine how youâd feel wrapped around him.
Pulling away from his lips, you asked, âdid you bring condoms? I have some if you didnât. What size are you?â
Yes he brought condoms but why the hell did you have them?
âUhâŠ.yeah. Iâm normally a medium.â
That made you snort. âNormally? Thatâs a weird way to phrase it.â Reaching over to your nightstand, you pulled open a drawer to dig around for the right size.
Now that you mentioned condoms, he started thinking.
Did you really need one? You both disclosed your health in the car already.
(âYou carry your STD results in your wallet? Do you have a lot of sex or something?â
âI like being prepared.â
âWhat a coincidence. Check the glove compartment.â)
His pull out game was definitely top tier and he didnât want any kids anytime soon so that wasnât really an issue. Obviously he wouldnât say no if you really wanted to use one but your pussy felt so wet and warm around his fingersâŠ.
He wanted to feel it with no restrictions.
âDo weâŠ.â
You pulled the condom out, sitting back up on his lap. Your eyebrows raised, acknowledging that he wanted to speak.
âYeah?â
He pulled his lip between his teeth. Why was he hesitating? Heâs never felt nervous about asking for what he wanted during sex so why was his tongue getting tied now?
You could almost see the gears turning in his head. It didnât take a rocket scientist to figure out what he wanted but you wanted to hear him say it.
âYes?â You pushed.
He lifted his eyes to meet yours, your irises swirling with amusement. You were reallyâŠ..
Sighing, he forced out, âdo we have to use one?â
There we go. You smiled, shrugging one shoulder. âNot if you donât want to.â You tossed the foil wrapper to the side like a discarded piece of gum.
How many times had you completely baffled him? Like 7? 8? 54? You were just continuing to defy every expectation and standard heâs had in previous sexual escapades. First you give him body ascending head, then you sit on his face, and now you were agreeing to raw sex? Was he dreaming? No, right?
He was broken from his thousandth moment of self contemplation by you moving. You turned around in his lap, your juicy ass on display to him. At that moment, he took notice of the two shiny piercings nestling just at the base of your spine.
You were gonna kill him.
He hissed when your warm palm wrapped around his hard cock, pumping it a few times, aided by the arousal you rubbed over him a bit ago.
âReady?â You asked him for the second time and a small part of him wanted to say no. Your head game was already crazy. What the hell was your riding game like?
Too late to go back now because you were lining up the head of his cock with your hole and sitting down on it. He held his breath once your hot and tight walls began sucking him in, each inch feeling like a mile as you lowered yourself down.
He released the breath once you were seated all the way on his lap. He already felt ready to cum again and you havenât even done anything yet. Your pussy was wetter than before and your squishy walls were holding his cock hostage like a bank robber.
You sighed at the stretch. He definitely had girth, which you preferred over length but he was still long enough to reach your spots. Perfect.
Adjusting yourself on your knees, you have a few test movements. Not really bounces but just moving back and forth to get both of you adjusted.
Jimin already couldnât handle it, his head falling back against the pillows. He reached out his hands to rest on your ass and you took that as a sign of him being ready for the real action.
Perching both hands on his knees, you got on your feet and started bouncing on his cock. He choked out a surprisingly loud moan, fingers digging into your ass and head lifting again to watch you go crazy. Your ass rippled and jiggled every time you met his pelvis, your slick soaking his cock and walls hugging him on every upward stroke.
The clapping of your ass sounded like damn gunshots as it ricocheted off his pelvis, the force of your bounces shaking your bed and scrambling his brain.
He couldnât think. He couldnât talk. All he could manage was groans and uncharacteristic squeaks whenever your walls squeezed around him. You were pulling noises out of him he didnât even know he was capable of making.
âAh fuck!â He strained, sweat causing his bangs and hair at the back of his neck to stick uncomfortably to his skin.
You hummed, your claw clip starting to slip a little. âYour cock feels so good. Itâs gonna make me cum.â You were starting to get a little winded from bouncing on your feet so you moved to your knees, still bouncing your ass up and down at the same pace.
His ears sounded like they were underwater so he didnât hear a damn thing you said, too focused on watching how your hole stretched around his cock.
âShit, s-slow down.â He begged but since you didnât hear any of the traffic light colors, you kept going.
He was about to cum! Hard! Very hard!
You could feel his cock throbbing inside of you, saw how his toes curled and felt how hard he was gripping your ass cheeks.
Licking your lips, you urged him, âGive it to me, baby. Cum in my tight pussy.â Balancing back on your feet, your hands going to your knees, you rode his cock harder than before. He thought you were about to break his pelvis but heâd sit in the hospital in a full body cast any day of the week.
âFuck fuck fuck! Oh shit!â He cursed. A few more bounces and he was releasing inside your warm cunt. His ears rang and his vision blurred as the second hardest orgasm of his life rammed into him. You continued to ride him, milking him of every drop that he had.
His whole body was on fire, his throat tight and dry, heart hammering in his chest.
Sensitivity didnât have time to settle in because he felt ready to cum again but it felt painful almost. Not necessarily in a bad way though. A part of him didnât want you to stop.
And you didnât.
Turning in his lap with his cock still inside(what the hell), you pushed his sweaty bangs back from his foreheadâtaking in his red cheeks and kiss swollen lips.
He was so cute. Cute enough to bite and you did. He flinched a little at the feeling of your teeth on his cheek.
âYouâre not tapping out, are you?â You kissed across his jawline and chin. âYouâre still so hard and I havenât cum yet.â
He wasnât going to make it out alive.
~
Jimin rose to the smell of a sweet perfume and clean laundry detergent. He groaned as he stretched his body, the soft sheets feeling amazing against his skin. His muscles and bones popped as he tried to alleviate some of the tension from sleeping.
He blinked away the haze of sleep, lifting his head to get a gauge of his surroundings then it all started rushing back to him.
The bar. Coming back to your place. The mind blowing sex.
You.
He slowly sat up, running his hand through his hair. He looked around the room, finding nothing out of the ordinary. He noticed his clothes from yesterday folded and placed near the foot of the bed.
Did you do that? Where were you?
He found his phone on your nightstand, plugged into a charger. He removed it and turned it on, finding a few messages from his friends asking if he was safe and one of his coworkers asking to switch a shift.
He texted Taehyung back, letting him know he was okay and to his coworker to agree to the shift change.
As he was in his phone, he heard the sound of footsteps entering the room. He looked up, finding you walking into the bedroom, a robe wrapped around you and your hair hidden under a bonnet.
âOh. Youâre awake. Good morning.â
Morning? It was morning? He didnât even notice the time.
10:21AM
What the hell? Heâs never slept in that late after a one night stand. Heâs never slept over at all.
Rule Number 2. Broken.
He cleared his throat. âYeah. Morning.â
You walked over to your dresser to shuffle through some undergarments to wear. âI made some coffee if you want some.â
He hated coffee.
âNo thanks.â
He tossed the blankets off his naked body, standing on wobbly legs. He glanced back over at you to see if you noticed but you were busy pulling panties up your legs. At the motion, he caught a glimpse of your perfect ass. He swallowed down a block in his throat.
No Jimin! Youâve already broken two rules! Donât lose resolve, he thought.
As he slipped his clothes on, he couldnât help but feel a little strange. Why did this feel so familiar?
You turned to him once you were done, sending him a sweet smile that made his heart stutter. âYou can use the bathroom to brush your teeth and everything. I have some extra toothbrushes.â
He sniffed and ran a hand through his hair again. âUmâŠ.are youâŠ.did youâŠ.sleep well?â That was a dumb question to ask.
If you thought so, you didnât mention it, instead smiling again. âI did. Did you? You practically passed out. I cleaned you up a bit. Hope you donât mind.â
Heat rose to the tips of his ears. You cleaned him up? Thatâs why he didnât feel sweaty or sticky. Wasnât he supposed to do that for you? Then again, he wasnât much of an aftercare type person with his previous partners. Heâd let them use his bathroom or whatever but he never took initiative to clean his partners up.
You were so much different than him. He felt a littleâŠ..inadequate compared to you.
âOh. Thanks.â
You hummed, turning around fully to face him. Why did he look soâŠ..small? Not necessarily in size but in his posture and energy. He seemed a little nervous and out of place.
âIs something bothering you?â You inquired. You were hoping he wasnât feeling uncomfortable about last night. He only used the color system once and he never said red so you assumed he was fine.
He cleared his throat again. âI justâŠ.canât remember much from last night.â
You sighed in relief. âOh, I thought something else was bothering you. Thatâs it?â
Thatâs it? You said it so dismissively, like his question was nothing to be concerned about.
âWe went a few rounds but after the last one, you just passed out. I guess I wore you out, huh?â You giggled at that last part but he only felt hot embarrassment swell in him.
Ha! Fuck him to sleep? Hogwash.
Then againâŠ..
âYouâre also kind of a cuddle bug. I was surprised but it was nice. Youâre very warm.â
He didnât want to hear anymore of this.
âWhereâs the bathroom?â He gruffly asked, turning his head away. It kind of reminded you of a small child refusing to eat their food. Cute.
You smirked but told him, âacross the hall. I put a toothbrush on the counter along with a face towel.â
God he was sick of that cheeky little smirk. Stomping off to the bathroom, he grumbled about ânot a cuddle bugâ on his way.
After freshening up and screwing his head on straight, he ventured out of the bathroom back to the bedroom but you werenât there. So he went to the living room instead, finding you sitting on your couch watching television.
You turned your head when you heard him enter.
âAll done?â
âYeah.â He nodded.
âCool. Did you need an Uber or anything?â
Ah, thatâs what felt familiar.
Oh. Right. He had to leave. This was only a one time thing.
So why did he feel soâŠâŠunwanted?
âNo. I canâŠ.I can call one.â
You just nodded. âCool.â
He just stared at the side of your head. That was it? Cool? You werenât going to ask him stay? Or to have breakfast? He was used to women doing that but youâŠ..you just sort of ignored him.
He didnât like it. Why didnât he like it?
Pulling out his phone, he requested himself an Uber, the app chiming and telling him his driver was 4 minutes away. Heâs never gotten an Uber that quick. Where was this that night he was trying to get away from that girl who used too much teeth? She was crazy, chased him out the door and insulting him loud enough for the whole neighborhood to hear. The driver had to meet him a block down.
âItâll be here soon.â He announced for some reason. He didnât know why he felt the need to tell you that. Itâs not like you cared.
You stood to your feet. âAlright.â Walking over to the front door, you opened it. Jimin didnât let his slight disappointment show on his face, heavy feet carrying him to your front door.
He stepped past the threshold, turning to face you. You were ready to close the door but paused when you noticed him still standing there.
âSomething wrong? Did you leave something?â
Yes. Yes he did. He was leaving so much right now. He couldnât leave knowing someone as perfect as you existed. He couldnât just let you go.
Running a hand through his hair, he propositioned, âare you free sometime?â
You raised an eyebrow. âFree? For what?â
âYou knowâŠ.to do this again.â He motioned with a hand.
âOh, um. I donât think so.â
Rejection. That was new.
âWhat? Why?â
You gave him a pitied smile and heâs never felt so small before.
âThis was just a one time thing. It was nice, donât get me wrong but I donât think itâs a good idea for us to keep seeing one another. You understand, right?â
No. No he didnât. Why didnât you want to see him again? The sex was just nice to you? So was he the only one who actually felt something?
âButâŠ.â
âIâll definitely add you to the roster. Get home safe, okay?â
The door closed in his face and he was left there, speechless and feeling used.
~
Days passed after meeting you and Jimin couldnât get you off his mind. All he could think about was your perfect ass and the way you rode his cock, how you prioritized his comfort and cleaned him up and even let him sleep over.
You werenât everything he wasnât and he wanted more of you.
He couldnât focus at work. He spent his nights staring at his ceiling, lost in his thoughts. He didnât even go out to parties or bars anymore.
Jiminâs mumbling against your lips reminds you that you two are indeed not alone as you feel each other up on your bed. The plethora of red markings around his throat wasnât going to be received well either if your room was busted into, but that was why youâd locked the door after sneaking your boyfriend in. No interruptions.
âTheyâre sleep,â you mutter, pulling Jimin back to your mouth with a sigh. The shuffling of clothing as he allows you to roll over on top of him is making you irritated that he isnât naked yet.
Jimin finds it adorableâhow needy you get in his presence, how needy you were during the screening. A drive thru scary movie couldnât even hold your attention long enough to stop you from palming him through his navy pants in his old-school Cadillac. You were close to giving him a handjob, but he had the roof down and too many people were there.
Having to deal with you being dick obsessed was challenging, but having to deal with you being dick obsessed all while dodging your strict guardians was a skill.
And your parents loved sweet, little Jimin. Proposing how he was such a great choice in a boyfriend and how they would have endeared a son like him. He wouldnât be so respectful in their eyes if they knew how he really made you get down.
Jimin was terrified of being found out, but never afraid to ask you toâ
âStrip.â
Youâre not even able to get your top all the way off before heâs cupping your breasts through the bra and bringing his mouth close to kiss you over your cleavage. You hold a giggle in at how ticklish his tongue feels there but eventually push him into your sea of pillows to get up and finish undressing.
You unbutton your jeans as he undoes his pants, him snickering at you getting your foot stuck and close to busting your ass.
âIn a rush? Or are you that excited?â He asks.
To hide your embarrassed face, you turn around to get your pants off correctly. âShut up. How many times have you had your nut cut short? Iâm helping you out by trying to be quick.â
You hear him sexily groan when you bend over to get your underwear down your legs, so you look over your shoulder. His eyes flit away just in time and glance about the room as if he wasnât staring at you get naked for him.
He becomes âfascinatedâ with the lamp on your desk, a smirk playing on his smart mouth. âOh, donât worry. Iâm leaving with one tonight.â
âWeâll see.â
You unfasten your bra and throw your date outfit in the dirty clothes, in case you had to make your room as inconspicuous as possible if you heard footsteps.
Jimin wasnât thinking as far as you as he usually would, for he was lying back on your bed with his eyes low and his lip caught between his teeth, dick out and proud as he raked his gaze over your nude body.
He bit down on his finger for a second before slowly blinking, and sayingâŠ
âCome ride this dick, baby.â
Jimin looks like a wet dream amongst your blankets with each step you take. A gorgeous smile graces his face as you hop on the bed and into his lap, his plump lips then forming into an O when you bypass his cock and lift up his shirt to see his abs. You were going to get every glimpse you could of your fine man if he had to stay fully dressed.
You kiss again for good measure, him thumbing your brown nipples while you run your fingertips along his strong V line. Itâs going good until Jimin pulls out a condom from his pocket, rips it with his teeth, and rolls it past his pretty, mauve tip.
âNo noise,â you say lowly.
âNo noise,â he promises. He holds out his pinky with a goofy grin to cross it with yours.
Then, heâs gripping his shaft and pulling you closer by the waist to drag his thick head between your wet lips. You bite your tongue as you move to sink down on him on your cozy bed.
âFuâ!â
âJimin!â You hiss, clamping his mouth shut before he can finish his yell. Once his breathing slows, you move your hand and halt your hips so he can catch himself.
âWhat happened to no noise?â
âYou sat on my dick in one go,â he argues beneath you. âWhat did you think was gonna happen?â
âYou break your promise every time,â you roll your eyes, out of breath, as you tilt your hips up.
âBut you feel so good,â he whines. âI make you so wet, I should be allowed to scream about itâŠâ
âYou can when we get alone.â
Because now wasnât the time to be loud. You had to uphold an innocent persona for Jimin with your strict parents, and being found out would have you grounded at home until the holiday break was over.
You donât let the risk stop you from slowly riding your boyfriend though, just grinding into him enough to relieve tension. Jiminâs loving hands on your tits soothes your nerves down to let it last for a while, not really chasing an orgasm and reveling in the feel of one another. But your toes keep curling, he smacks your ass in encouragement, and it starts becoming worth getting caught.
Jiminâs groans fall huskier as his blonde hair sticks to his sweaty forehead in waves. Your pace picks up and thereâs a little squeak in your bed that makes you anxious, but Jimin and his dick is hitting you so deep and sweetly that you donât care.
Until thereâs a noise downstairs that has you stop for a second to listen out.
âNo oneâs coming,â Jimin hotly groans, leaning up to initiate the kiss again and gripping your hips to get you to keep going. Heâs getting to his limit and wants to fill the condom up before his orgasm is ripped away.
âYouâre still being too loud,â you hum against his lips. Your fingers drag through the back of his touseled hair as you begin bouncing again, going as far as trying to get his varsity jacket off.
âDo your parents really think youâre a good girl?â He mumbles. The sound of your juices and his dick gliding inside of you was what was making all the noise, having fucked you messy while you were supposed to be sleeping like a good, educated daughter.
âNo,â you say. âBut they think youâre a good guy, who has the best intentions for me. And wants to wait til marriage for sex.â
Jimin lies back into your pillows and admires the way your body moves on top of him, the wet ring youâve made around the condom. âWell, I guess weâre married then.â
You giggle as you bend down to lay chest-to-chest. âMhm.â
Jimin slides his tongue in your mouth for a passionate kiss before you lift up enough to keep the tip in, teasing. With a groan, he stuffs you all the way back down on his cock which causes you to moan a bit too loudly.
Thereâs a quick, heavy knock on the door.
Oh, shit.
âYou okay, honey?â
It was your dad.
Your heart leaps out of your chest in fear as you move to get off of Jimin, but he scowls at you and holds you down to keep your hips flush to his.
âNo, fuck,â he begs through the muted sound of skin slapping against skin. âA little longer, babe.â
âWhat was that, honey?â Your dad questions again. You have no choice but to answer.
âN-Nothing!â You yell back. âIâm fine!â
You motion for your boyfriend to chill out, though heâs too concentrated on deep stroking your pussy to listen.
âYou sure?â The doorknob jiggles, and even though itâs locked, you quite literally piss yourself. Or cum, you canât tell what the heat is knotting up your stomach. âI heard a noise a few minutes agoâŠ?â
Jimin has a mischievous grin on his face as he watches you try to conjure up an excuse and takes the opportunity to roll over on top. You stutter over your words while he fits himself between your legs and starts thrusting with an easier angle.
âY-Yes! I⊠justâ! Dropped something, s-sorry!â Your voice squeaks at the end of your lie, but youâre able to cut out anymore noise that wants to escape your mouth as you throw your head back and let Jimin fuck you.
It has you clenching rapidly around your boyfriendâs cock that any wrong move could expose you both.
âWhy canât you be honest with him, babe?â Jimin murmurs huskily into your ear, biting along your jawline.
âWhy is the door locked?â Your dad asks as he tries the doorknob again.
A particularly hard thrust makes you dig your nails into Jiminâs forearm. He feels satisfied at the small whine he pulls from your throat, your scared yet seductive eyes watching where youâre both connected at.
âTell him that youâre getting fucked so goodâŠâ Jimin dares.
It takes everything in you to ignore Jimin and his thick dick ramming into you and his Busan dialect whispering a challenge. This is the guy who blushes every time your parents compliment him, the guy who shyly asked your father about starting a relationship with you. His duality is no fucking joke.
You finally manage to tell your dad, âIâm studying!â
Jimin tsks, but your father lets you have that excuse. Unlike your mom would have.
âOh, okay⊠goodnight.â
You let out a relieved sigh when you hear your dad walk away and down the hall. Sure, you were safe for now. But heâs not stupid.
âHe knows,â you say to your boyfriend as he lifts your legs higher up on his hips. âWe can say it was another study session sleepover if my dad brings it up.â
âThey believe I donât be beating up this pussy in here?â Jimin scoffs boyishly, smirking.
You hold your whimper when he starts fucking you again. âMmm, whatever. Our excuse needs to match in the morning.â
âSir, your horny daughter wouldnât stop touching my dick on our dateâthe one she snuck out to, by the wayâand she snuck me into her room so we could have sex. How does that sound?â
âJiminnn~â You whine in annoyance at his goofiness and the pleasure heâs blessing onto you. You want to participate in his joke, but youâre becoming too dick dumb and incoherent to as your climax starts building again.
He knows you want to speak, but Jimin already takes a little while to cum, per why these quick and sneaky hookups usually end with a painfully hard boner.
âJust cum on me and then we can worry about it later,â he whispers.
Jimin pounds into your pussy like no oneâs home. Itâs easy to cum when youâre rubbing your clit to the beat of his hips and begging him to fuck you harder. Heâs able to get his orgasm then, filling the condom full and kissing you so that his moans arenât too loud.
Your limbs untangle from around each other so that he can get up and toss the condom in the bin underneath your desk. He falls into the bed next to you after cleaning up and throwing a t-shirt over your nude body.
âBonnet on,â he reminds, snatching it from underneath your pillows and tucking your hair into it. He kisses your forehead as he finds another movie to watch for the rest of the night on TV. Youâre too sleepy though, so you cuddle your face into his varsity jacket and close your eyes.
A light knocking at the door is what awakens you in the morning. Your mom.
âHoney? Breakfast is done!â
Youâre surprised she isnât banging and asking why the door is locked. Even Jimin is a bit on edge of your motherâs demeanor as he rubs his eyes. You assume she woke up on the good side of her bed today. Or your dad kept his mouth shut about last night.
So you keep it cool and say, âThanks! Iâll be down in a few!â
You did not expect to hear, âOkay! And tell Jimin thereâs some for him, too!â
âFuck,â Jimin threw his head back on the pillows with a laugh. You hid your face in his chest in embarrassment. Of course she knew he was here.
âThanks, Mrs. ________!â Your boyfriend calls to her, and you swear you can hear your mom roll her eyes before laughing. Maybe they knew of this all along and let you think you were getting away with it.
angel of small death and codeine scene (richboy!haz smut)
âfeeling more human and hooked on her flesh, i / lay my heart down with the rest at her feet / fresh from the fields, all fetor and fertile / itâs bloody and raw, but i swear it is sweet.â - Hozier
summary: your encounters with harrison always starts with quick-witted exchange of insults and ends with the two of you tangled in each other. itâs a drug, and youâre slowly getting addicted.
word count: 4,317 words
song inspo (all by hozier!): angel of small death and the codeine scene / as it was / NFWMB / momentâs silence (common tongue) / sedated / it will come back / talk / wasteland, baby!
warnings: frenemies with benefits, enemies to lovers, mutual pining, profane language, drinking, mention of marijuana, A LOT OF SMUT! WARNINGS AHEAD! switch!haz, sub!haz, dom!reader, dirty talk, degradation kink, fingering, spanking, unprotected sex, choking, oral sex (m receiving), spit play
a/n:Â reposted bc it didnât show in the tags and im really proud of to share with you guys lol. so here it is, folks! i wrote this in like 2 days and i fell in love hard with the concept. i hope you enjoy it as much as i did when i wrote it. happy reading!
summary: Bored and lonely while filming out town, Harrison starts sexting with a mysterious girl he met on social media. As their relationship grows, will they grow along as they go?
word count: 11.2k (!)
warnings: shameless flirting, mutual pining, fluff, idiots to lovers, dumb pop culture references, cameo from our gang, smut!, dirty talk, sexting, phone sex, light d/s dynamics, oral, spit play, unprotected sex, spanking, choking, all the good stuff
notes: FINALLY! it's been a long time coming, and big ups to @tommysparker for being so patient and providing bomb-ass second opinions. i hope you enjoy it! happy reading!
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Snap, snap, snap.
The clicks of the camera are drowning in Purple Rain droning on the vinyl. In her black bustier top and blue lace thong, she strikes suggestive poses in her bed, the lavender beddings and warm string lights a soft background to an otherwise striking focus. She arches her back and angles her torso just right, sitting on her knees with her thighs spread. Bit by bit, she pushes the straps off of her shoulders and fondles her breasts, yanking down her bra until they spill out. Selfie button in hand, putting on a show for no one.
Itâs Y/Nâs new favorite pastime, taking smoking hot pictures of herself to put up on her naughty little blog. Completely anonymous, of course, with her face always conveniently cropped out. It started out as a self love project, an appreciation for her curvy form. But as time went on, her posts began to gain more traction, and honestly, who is she to deny free compliments and ego boost from complete strangers?
The likes and the comments start filing in, from the harmless ones like 'goddess! beautiful!' to the more aggressive ones describing what they want to do to her in graphic detail. One comment in particular catches her eye.
blue--moon commented: pardon my french, but WOW đł
It's definitely someone new. She gets a like, comment, and a follow in that exact order. Naturally, she pulls up the profile to see what this person's about.
He/him. 24. Just looking.
His display picture is a pair of hands. Strong, veiny, beautiful hands with a metal ring on his middle finger holding the phone up for a selfie. And with a cropped selfie of lean, muscular, eight-pack abs (and yes, she counted), captioned âim hungry and dehydrated af in this pic but the things we do for validation amiriteâ, Y/N couldnât resist shooting him a DM.
She's bored and lonely and a little shameless flirting with some random self-aware hottie sounds like fun.
Little does she know, the boy on the other end is just as bored and lonely and jerking off to some pretty girlâs tasteful nudes sounds like a nice way to end the evening. Purplish red lips caught between her teeth, tits bursting out of bra, wet patch visible on her practically sheer panties⊠how could he resist?
Harrison was just about to sneak his hand down his sweatpants when a DM notification pops up on top of his screen.
violetformyfurs: thatâs a pretty proper comment for such an improper pic
He nearly drops his phone onto his face. Heâd grown very familiar with that username in the last 5 minutes-- or rather what that username presented as her online persona. Witty, alluring, a little mischievous. Itâs easy to let his imaginations run wild, but when sheâs actually there to talk to, Harrisonâs not quite sure what to do.
blue--moon: was that too prudish? i didnât wanna be rude đ
Y/N smiles at his reply, his earnestness somewhat refreshing although she can't help wonder how genuine he is. There's plenty of fake nice guys online, after all. So she settles against her headboard and braces herself to test the waters.
violetformyfurs: I think it's cute. I like a good boy every now and then :)
Harrison's heart skips a beat. He's never really been called that before --never even thought about whether he likes it. But there's something about this girl that captures his curiosity...
blue--moon: oh? what makes you think im a good boy?
violetformyfurs: Idk just a guess lol
violetformyfurs: Could be wrong tho. You could be a bad boy, for all I know...
Harrison is freaking the fuck out. He's pretty new to this side of social media and he's never sexted with anyone on here. A part of him wants to go the suave route and be super charming, but he's not sure he can pull it off. What if he makes a complete fool of himself? In his panic, he goes for the more evasive response. Maybe a little emoji to make him sound less aloof.
blue--moon: and what if I am? đ
violetformyfurs: Then you would be a different kind of fun, thatâs all.
No hesitation, no pause. She replies within mere seconds of his message being sent. With that, his cock stirs awake faster than his brain can muster a vivid image of this girl claiming him as her dirty plaything. Toying with his release as she teases his cock in her mouth, between her tits, in her pussyâŠ
blue--moon: shittt
blue--moon: i mean, pardon my french but
blue--moon: that does sound like fun
The devilish smirk on Y/Nâs face grows wider. She loves sending boys into a flustered, incoherent mess. She canât quite picture a face, but she can definitely imagine the quickening of his heartbeat, the red flush on his chest, the rising heat under his skin⊠it makes her quite hot and bothered.
violetformyfurs: What are you up to now?
Itâs the oldest line in the art of sexting, and she is almost disappointed in herself for pulling such a fuckboyish move.
(Almost. She's still trying to read this guy, and she's not about to bring out the big guns for nothing.)
blue--moon: do you want the savoury or unsavoury answer?
violetformyfurs: Try me.
blue--moon: im looking at your pics
blue--moon: which are
blue--moon: wow, as I said so eloquently in french đ
violetformyfurs: Lol thank you
violetformyfurs: I take it that's the savoury answer?
blue--moon: yep
violetformyfurs: So whatâs the unsavoury answer?
Harrison pauses. He thinks long and hard, before he ultimately decides to not overthink it. He's no Casanova and the pretense will only bite him in the ass, so his best bet is to just... say whatâs on his mind.
blue--moon: my unsavoury answer is that im looking at your pics
blue--moon: hand down my pants
blue--moon: thinkin abt all the ways iâd let you ruin me
And thatâs when the pin drops. It feels like an out-of-body experience for him. It seems like the sensation on his cock goes straight to his fingers and he didnât realize what he wrote until heâd already sent it. For a hot second, he thinks heâs royally fucked it up. She would tell him to go fuck himself or straight up block him.
Harrison puts his phone screen on lock, resting it on his forehead like a dumbass that he is.
And then his screen lights up again.
To be quite frank, sheâs every bit as surprised and curious as he is. Most guys either maintain their bravado by saying shit that makes them sound manly and cool, or be too thirsty for her own liking. Either way, it turns her off.
But every once in a blue moon, someone would say it just right that it would pique her genuine interest. Sheâs not sure if itâs his words, his pictures, or just her, but she finds herself typing back three words to him. And those three words are more than enough to fuel him on.
violetformyfurs: tell me more.
blue--moon: i keep picturing you as a huge tease
blue--moon: playing with my cock and sitting on it and cumming on it
blue--moon: but you won't let me cum
violetformyfurs: bold of you to assume I'd touch your cock at all before you earn it ;)
Harrison swallows. Somehow the idea excites him more than any fantasy he'd had of her before. He loves a girl who gives him a hard time, and right now, he's having a hard time alright.
He reaches for his hard-on and starts absently stroking it, eager for her next message.
blue--moon: oh? tell me more
violetformyfurs: Well first, I gotta leave my marks all over your pretty neck
violetformyfurs: Little lipstick stains and love bites
violetformyfurs: Trail down your chest to your hip bone
violetformyfurs: And then come right back up and ride your face so you can show me how you earn it :)
He picks up his pace, letting his pre-cum slick his motion. But he pictures her in her bed, anticipating his response, and he doesnât wanna let her down and finish so early. He wanted to show her he's worth her time.
blue--moon: fuck yes
blue--moon: i wanna taste you through your panties
blue--moon: pull it aside and eat you out real sloppy
blue--moon: let you ride my fingers too
violetformyfurs: Mm fuck yeah, you have nice hands too
blue--moon: theyâre all yours
Y/N couldn't resist going back to his profile picture. All veiny forearms and slender fingers. And that ring⊠She slides two fingers inside her and pretends it's his, working her open, stroking for her pleasure. She likes to think he gets off on it, too.
violetformyfurs: Fuck yeah. Want you to make me cum all over you
violetformyfurs: And maybe if you're good, I'll put my mouth on your cock.
violetformyfurs: Lick the precum off of the tip of your cock, and then taking you deep down my throat
violetformyfurs: And I can go pretty deep too ;)
Harrison curses out loud. Oh, if she could only see him, pumping his hand around his dick faster, wishing it was her sweet mouth bringing him closer to the edge. And who knows, maybe she's out there, touching herself with the thought of him, tooâŠ
(She totally is. Panties hooked on an ankle and hips bucking up from her bed, she indulges herself with the idea of choking on this pretty boyâs cock.)
blue--moon: fuckin hell
blue--moon: please please please suck my cock
blue--moon: wanna cum in your mouth while im smothered in your wet pussy
violetformyfurs: Greedy đ
blue--moon: can you blame me
violetformyfurs: Haha fair
blue--moon: god i bet you taste good
blue--moon: bet you feel so fucking good too
violetformyfurs: Mm, maybe I oughta ride your big hard cock too
violetformyfurs: Bounce on it hard and fast
violetformyfurs: Or maybe I should just.. sit there and play with my clit and clench around you?
blue--moon: ffffuuuuck
violetformyfurs: Which one will it be, baby?
blue--moon: whichever way you'll have me goddd
blue--moon: just wanna cum inside you
violetformyfurs: Beg for it.
She slows down her motions and her breaths, fingertips barely ghosting over her wet and swollen nub. Gosh, she's so fucking close; she just need a little more nudge.
blue--moon: please
blue--moon: wanna feel your little pussy squeeze the cum outta my cock
blue--moon: grippin me so tight
violetformyfurs: You close?
blue--moon: very
violetformyfurs: You wanna fill my pussy with your cum, watch it run down my thighs?
blue--moon: fuuuck yes please
violetformyfurs: Go on, then. Cum for me, baby
blue--moon: fckkkk
Harrison could barely send that last message before he falls apart all over his stomach, pent-up release painted on strong muscles contracting in waves of ecstasy. Chest rising and falling in exertion.
And she pictures the most beautiful sight under her, coming undone as she lets go, clenching around nothing although it feels like one of her best orgasms in a while.
blue--moon: holy shit
blue--moon: made a whole mess outta me
violetformyfurs: Can I see?
blue--moon: you sure?
violetformyfurs: Yeah.
Y/N bites her lower lip in anticipation. She's not usually one for boys' nudes (a lot of them don't know how to take good pictures), but orgasm has been had and either way, she has nothing to lose.
To her surprise, though, he doesn't send her a crude dick pic with horrible lighting. Instead, she gets a picture of his cock, thick and veiny like his arms, resting on toned abs bathed in soft golden light, splattered in his own cum, and she finds her pussy throbbing at the sight.
violetformyfurs: Wow đł
violetformyfurs: I mean, pardon my French
blue--moon: lol thank you đ
violetformyfurs: That was fun haha
blue--moon: it really was⊠deffo wasn't expecting my evening to go this way lol
violetformyfurs: What, having a wank sesh with some random girl online?
blue--moon: or thinking abt a wank sesh while looking at this girl's pics and then suddenly she dms you out of the blue
violetformyfurs: đđ call me psychic
blue--moon: imma call you magic
violetformyfurs: Haha, call me Violet.
Harrison taps his screen, typing up his response and deleting it again. He ponders whether he should give her his real name-- part of him really wants to. But then again, thirsty social media is a fickle thing and he would hate to get into trouble for lurking about in this lewd little corner. So instead, he decides up with something equally witty.
blue--moon: nice to meet you violet. im blue đ
***
Morning shoots are the worst, and the only saving grace for Harrison is the coffee in his right hand. He occasionally joins the conversation with his co-stars Thaddea and Jojo on either side, but mostly he just scrolls through his Instagram mindlessly.
Well.
Until a notification pops up on the top of his screen.
violetformyfurs posted a new picture: Rise and shine đ»đ
He immediately puts his phone down on his lap, trying to discreetly open it, even though his friends are not even two feet away from him.
And there she is. Her arm holding up the breasts he so wants to mark and devour. Her skin adorned with the morning dew of the shower, glowing from the sun streaming in from the window on her right.
He notices the blue heart emoji on the caption, and he can't help thinking this is her subtle way of calling out to him, hoping to get his attention.
(And of course, Harrison's only a man. His attention was caught very easily this way.)
Y/Nâs phone buzzes in her jacket pocket as she walks to her morning class. And when she sees his username on her notification bubble, she picks it up immediately, thinking, hook, line, and sinker, despite the genuine butterflies in her stomach.
blue--moon: good morning indeed đ
violetformyfurs: Never pegged you for an early riser.
blue--moon: im really not, but you're a sight for sore sleepy eyes
violetformyfurs: I would say the same about you, but...
blue--moon: im sorry darling, im already dressed for work đ
violetformyfurs: And what are you wearing?
She wants to kick herself for being so forward, but at the same time, she canât help it. She can see him getting flustered wherever he is, knowing where this conversation is going. And God, she loves it.
blue--moon: a full victorian era suit
violetformyfurs: Ooh, tres sexy
He's not sure what gave it away; the quiet laugh or the goofy grin on his face, but his friends both turn to him at the same time. Curious and mischievous at the same time.
"What is it?" Darci pries, craning her neck to look at Harrison's phone.
He quickly closes the app and locks it. "It's nothing."
"I think the question should be who is it." Thaddea shoots him a knowing look, and he knows there's no escaping this girl's sharp eyes.
So he just answers dubiously, âSome girl.â he playfully shoves Darciâs arm away so he can get back to his message.
blue--moon: haha sure đ
violetformyfurs: Well, the more layers to peel off, the more fun, right?
blue--moon: idk your little bday suit looks pretty fun too
violetformyfurs: How so, my lord?
Harrison loves how sharp-witted she is. He pictures her, curious, head tilted to the side, calling him âmy lordâ with a smirk. Eyeing him up and down, undressing him with her eyes. He somehow feels more naked in his suit and big blue coat than she is in absolutely nothing.
blue--moon: so i can kiss you and taste you and fuck you whenever and wherever
Itâs short and simple and straightforward, and it sends Y/N clenching her thighs in anticipation. She likes the idea of this boy pulling her in and pleasuring her all hours of the day --bent over the desk, against the sink, laid out on the couch, in the showerâŠ
âWeâre ready on set for you guys,â a PA comes over to inform them, and Harrison fights the urge to groan like a child as he follows his friends out.
blue--moon: ah shit, duty calls
blue--moon: talk to you in a bit?
violetformyfurs: Try not to think of me in my birthday suit too much, Blue ;)
blue--moon: impossible đ
He means it. Itâs cold and muddy where he is, and all he could think of is this girl wearing his blue coat costume, nothing else underneath. God, what he wouldnât give to dive under the material and get on his knees before herâŠ
And unbeknownst to him, it is just as impossible for her to not daydream any further about this boy. Sheâs not sure whether his line about a Victorian suit is true or not. If it isnât, that means he has a sense of humor. Y/N appreciates that-- maybe more than the nudes and the sexting.
If it is, well⊠she likes the idea of his muscular chest clad in one of those puffy white shirts, a la Prince Eric from The Little Mermaid.
He finally texts back late in the afternoon during her presentation for her Emotional and Conflict Resolution class, and she couldnât rush through her conclusion fast enough. For a miraculous second, her priority for a perfect score takes a backseat to the possibility of a text from some random dude she met online last night.
Christ, what a simp.
âThank you very much, Ms. Y/L/N, for a very insightful presentation. Next week, we will be delving into childrenâs literatureâŠâ she tunes out the voice of Professor Getty as she packs up her laptop and gets the hell out of the lecture hall.
She pulls out her phone out of her pocket and bites back a smile at the notification on top of her screen. At least her fumbling earlier wasnât all for naught.
blue--moon posted a new picture: hope youâre having a wonderful day đ
But itâs not the well wish that makes her heart skip a beat. Or the little purple heart to signify that the message is intended for âViolet.â Itâs the picture attached to it; the frilly low-collared white shirt, sleeves rolled up to the elbowsâŠ
A signet ring on his finger, gold glistening against his onyx phone case and marble skin.
violetformyfurs: I was gonna say something about your choice of wardrobe
violetformyfurs: But Iâm just a tiny bit distracted by your hand.
blue--moon: like what you see? đ
violetformyfurs: Itâs alright...
blue--moon: i seem to recall you wanting to ride my fingers last night đ
violetformyfurs: I did.
violetformyfurs: I do
violetformyfurs: That signet ring hits different, just saying
blue--moon: really?
violetformyfurs: Yep. Wonder how much better it looks, drenched in my juices
blue--moon: funny bc i was deffo thinking abt fingering you with it all day
violetformyfurs: It would be my pleasure, my lord.
blue--moon: and mine, milady.
âHarrison Jarrison Osterfield!â Jojo all but screeches into his right ear from the backseat of the car.
Harrison, of course, not realizing he'd been snooping, drops his phone in surprise and squawks, âFor fuckâs sake, man!â
âYou randy little fucker!â Jojo cackles almost maniacally, pulling McKell into it. âBro, heâs getting steamy with a girl over text!â
âFor real? Wahey!â McKell exclaims as he slaps Harrison playfully on the arm. âLetâs see her, then. Is she hot?â
âOh, my God. Fucking hell, shut up!â Harrison groans, covering his beet red face in his hands. âI canât fucking believe thisâŠâ
âWho knew, eh?â
âOur golden boy turns out to be a nasty little fella after all!â
The golden boy in question picks up his phone off of the car floor mat, and groans once more when he sees what heâd sent her accidentally. And her response that follows.
blue--moon: sldkf[;
violetformyfurs: ...Whatâs that supposed to mean?
blue--moon: shit! sorry
blue--moon: dropped my phone. my asshole friends being nosy.
violetformyfurs: đ
violetformyfurs: Iâm about to get on the tube anyway. talk to you when i get home?
blue--moon: sure. wouldnât want some rando read our naughty texts over your shoulder, right? lol
violetformyfurs: Please. We both know Youâre the naughty one between us, darling ;)
The blood rushes right down his cock as the memories of her come flooding in. Hell yes, he's willing to be the naughty one for her. So he endures all the teasing and takes all the piss his friends are giving throughout the car ride to their complex. He ignores the shit-eating grins they throw each other when he turns down their offer to hang out and play FIFA at McKellâs.
âI love you guys,â Harrison starts as he walks up to his door, âBut youâre massive dicks. Iâll see you tomorrow!â
He enters his building with his two friends egging him on and humping a flagpole, mimicking the bass line of some sexy club music. For a moment carried away with the amusement and excitement of falling for someone new. For a second forgetting the fact that theyâre just personas, tiny glimpses of themselves through the filter of social media.
Thereâs no new messages from her, and Harrison eventually decides to put down his phone to go shower. He notes the tent heâs pitching underneath his trousers, but decides not to do anything about it. Why jerk off to her, when he can jerk off with her at the same time? He knows his imagination is nothing compared to her and her unbelievable way with words.
And as time proves it, her message awaits him when he gets out of the shower, a gleaming little ray of light among bleak system updates and ad alerts. Bold and witty and somehow quite⊠romantic.
violetformyfurs: Honey, Iâm home!
blue--moon: hey! feel like talking on the phone?
Harrison might as well just shoots himself in the foot. This is way too intimate at this stage. They just met last night, for God's sake, and not even in person! What was he thinking? If she hadn't ghosted him then, she sure will now--
violetformyfurs is inviting you to a voice call.
He freaks out all the same, although for a completely different reason now. He wonât have time to edit what heâs gonna say before he says it. What if he says the wrong thing? What if he sounds weird? What if she sounds weird? Oh God--
"Hi,â he greets her, friendly and even, trying his best to hide his nerves.
"Hey, stranger." There's a smile in her voice. Quiet, but warm nonetheless, and Harrison relaxes a bit.
"Hi," he replies, kicking himself over how stupid he sounds for saying hello twice, sitting himself down on the couch. Just go with the flow, he reminds himself. "Whatcha up to?"
"Eh, just lazing around in the bath, getting wine tipsy..." she sighs, water gently flowing in the background. "Treating myself."
His eyebrows rise, intrigued. "What's the occasion?"
"Psychology presentation well done, which-- you, sir, nearly cost me my grade."
"What did I do?!"
"You sent me that fucking text in the middle of my talk! Distracted me. Made me trip over my words,â she grumbles.
âAw, Iâm sorryâŠâ he grins, not at all sorry that he makes her just as flustered as he is. âWhat was the presentation about?â
âThe Horror of Grief in The Haunting of Hill House.â
âYou did a study on Hill House?â Harrison feels the butterflies and fireflies in his stomach. Thereâs something very attractive about a hot girl whoâs also a nerd. âOh, I love that show!â
âItâs amazing, right?â she gushes back.
âIâm pretty sure I binged it all in one go,â he laughs, quiet and warm. âSo whatâs your, uh⊠hypothesis? Is that what itâs called? I donât know, Iâm not really an academic person.â
Y/N finds herself giggling-- thanking God sheâs not the only one nervous. âHorror shows arenât only a safe space to experience horror or thrill anymore. Hill House explores the reasons behind these horrors, the grief and the trauma, which makes it very⊠reflective for us as the audience.â
âSo, no matter how scary the ghosts or the monsters are, itâs still a very human experience,â Harrison concludes thoughtfully.
âExactly.â
Thereâs a brief lull between them, but they donât mind it much. For a moment, it feels like a mundane conversation theyâve had a million times before-- going about their day, their favorite show, the little things they nerd about⊠I could get used to this, Y/N briefly muses.
âIâm actually doing something that has to do with horror and grief, too,â he pipes up, and Y/N secretly wishes she could curl up into his chest as they chat.
âReally?â
âItâs a⊠series, tooâŠâ he toys with the tassel of a throw pillow, âHence the Victorian suit.â
âAre you an actor, then?â
He sighs. Being an actor is always awkward, people would ask if theyâve seen him in anything or ask whether heâs famous-- because heâs really not, heâs just starting out. Itâs even more awkward when the whole relationship relies on anonymity.
âKind of. All I do is wear these stupid costumes and fuck around with my friends, really.â
She rolls her eyes. âI wouldnât call that costume stupidâŠâ
âYeah, you liked that, didnât you?â
âHell yeah. The shirt? The ring?â Y/N throws her head back and moans for dramatic effect.
And with that, Harrison is gone and Little Harrison stirs in attention. âDonât-- donât do that.â
âWhat did I do?!â she parrots what he said earlier.
âMake those⊠obscene sounds.â
She scoffs playfully. âIâm sorry, is doing a period drama turning you into a prude?â
âFuck you,â he laughs, fighting the blush creeping up his cheeks even though she canât see it.
âYouâd like that, wouldnât you?â
Check and fucking mate. Sheâs so much smarter than him and it turns him on more than he ever knows. âWell, yeah,â he bashfully admits.
She hums, light and airy, bringing the conversation to another lull. But the silence feels heavy this time. The silence of two people who are wildly attracted to each other, hearing each otherâs voice for the first time.
Wanting oh so much to be together that they donât know where to begin.
âWhat are you up to?â he asks again. But his voice is deeper, lower this time, and she knows exactly where heâs going.
âTold you, Iâm treating myself. Bath, wineâŠâ she purrs, playing it cool, âOrgasms.â
He swallows. âAre you touching yourself?â
She slides her hand between her legs, indulging in the shock of her fingertip meeting her clit. Sheâd been denying herself on any touch, and now she can let out a breathy sigh of relief. âWhat do you think?â
âFuck--â he palms himself through his sweatpants, relishing in the sound of her voice. âAre you... thinking of me touching you?â
Y/Nâs finger drags lower, running back and forth along her nether lips. âMm-hm. Thinking of your nice, long fingers teasing me and stretching me openâŠâ
âDo it then.â the words fall out of his mouth all too easily. âTease yourself âtil youâre nice and slippery, and slide a finger in for me.â
He hears labored breaths on the other end, and he honestly thought sheâs gonna cave. And what a stupid assumption he made.
âJust one?â
Two words. Thatâs all it takes to get his cock straining underneath his boxers.
"One," he starts out, "...and then another."
Two fingers. She is truly an impatient thing, and so buries them inside at once and curls them in a way that makes her squirm. Y/N's breath hitches as her fingers thrust in, smaller than the one she wanted, but gives her the pleasant ache nevertheless. She lets out a low moan as she caresses that spot inside her.
"That's it, baby. Just like thatâŠ"
She doesnât usually like pet names, but the way he calls her in his sweet, boyish voice drives her mad. She wouldnât mind having it whispered in her ear as he holds her against his chest and fingers her.
"I don't think my hand can compare to yours, but--" Her moans echo in the bathroom tiles, and it sounds more angelic than any choir Harrison has ever heard in any grand cathedral.
âYou sound so good, fuckâŠâ Harrison shifts as he frees his stubborn cock. The irony of allowing himself some release by tightening his fist around his length is completely lost on him.
The corner of Y/Nâs mouth pulls up into a half-smile as she hears a low, strained moan on the other end. âAre you touching yourself?â
â...Yeah?â the answer is painfully obvious, and yet Harrison blushes anyway.
She chuckles, low and lazy, and lets it die down into a sigh. âWish you were here. I could use you to stretch me open and fuck me hard.â
Harrison groans at the sound of her sweet whine. âFuck yes use me,â he rambles on, drunk from desire.
âWant you to pound into me while I kiss and bite your neck, you wanna know why?â
âHm?â
Y/N shuts her eyes to regain some composure. She doesnât wanna waver in the face of her subject after all. âSo youâd remember how good you are to me.â
âFuck, 'm so close...â he breathes, clenching his fist like he imagines her pussy would. His strokes grow more erratic, as if moving in syncopation with her moans and her movement.
It takes her everything to hold out and say, "Come with me, baby,â before the familiar warm tingle rushes through her veins and desperate moans crash through the line.
For a moment, thereâs only light rustles of fabric and quiet sloshes of water on the line. Little noises that bring these strangers closer with every heartbeat, every breath taken in harmony. Somehow, somewhere in different corners of the world, two strangers find themselves tied a little closer together. Intimately close and safely distant at the same time.
Y/N eventually caves in breaking the silence. "You are full of surprises, aren't you?"
"I could say the same about you," he retorts. "God, I feel like I need to take another⊠cold shower."
"Maybe you should," she giggles. "We'll catch up later."
"Right." He tries to hide the sliver of disappointment, but reminds himself that this may not be their last conversation. "Talk to you... soon?"
She bids him farewell and it's like the most beautiful sound he's ever heard. The soft ding of his notification sounds so crass compared to her. The content, however, brings a smile to his face.
A new post from his mystery girl, covered in bubbles, wine glass wrapped around her fingers. The picture is cut just above her smirking mouth.
violetformyfurs: Happy Friday from your favorite fancy bitch đ„đŠđ
***
Over the next six weeks, Y/N finds a fast companion in this mysterious guy called âBlue.â The witty banters and flirty messages become a regular interaction. Itâs an awfully convenient arrangement-- she is attracted to him enough to get off, but she doesnât have to deal with the awkwardness of sleeping with someone new or face the possibility that he might be a bad lay in real life.
âI mean, I like to think Iâm alrightâŠâ he said defensively about two weeks into their âacquaintance.â âIâve had zero complaints so far.â
âShow me the receipts then!â she challenged him jokingly.
He didnât show her his Yelp page, of course. He did, however, control her Lush vibrator from his phone and teased the hell out of her until she lost count of her edges. It wasnât until she threatened him through her teeth, âLet me fucking come or else,â that he finally relented and let her come three times over.
âStill think Iâm bad in bed?â
She could hear the cocky smirk in his voice and she wants to wipe it off of him so badly. âJuryâs still out.â
âWh-- How is that even-- that is ridiculous! Come on!â He all but squawked incredulously.
âIâm sorry! I still canât objectively determine the proficiency of your mouth, fingers, and/or dick based on how you operate my Lush. Thatâs just not how this research should be conducted.â Y/N very consciously uses her âseriousâ voice, although a light laughter trails behind.
âAlright, you nerd,â he chuckled. âIâll let you pass, but only because itâs so fucking hot when you talk nerdy like that.â
âOh, you like that, donât you?â
âMm yeah, talk nerdy to me,â he moans in humor, although thereâs a truth to it, too.
(In the end, they stayed on the line and made each other come one more time before calling it a night.)
Whatâs better-- or worse- is that Y/N enjoys his company, too. His blazing thirst traps and quippy jokes all at once. It pops up at random points of her days-- over breakfast, in the middle of class, on her tube ride home.
Like that time he sent her a very tasteful black-and-white dick pic-- one of the very few he sent her. His uncut cock stands erect, his fingers wrapped around the base of his thick girth. The veins on his wrist and the ones along his curving length make her salivateâŠ
And before she could respond accordingly, he sent another version of that image, this time framed that infamous Nickelback meme, captioned âbeen wanting to expand on more artsy formats wdytâ
violetformyfurs: Thank you for canceling my thirst with the unsexiest reference ever.
blue--moon: how dare you, nickelback is sexy af
violetformyfurs: ...Seriously?
blue--moon: they just get a bad rep, ok?? their music is actually pretty good
blue--moon: heard it's a good aphrodisiac too đ
violetformyfurs: Lmao says who?
blue--moon: says me??
violetformyfurs: Alright, Nickelstan đ
blue--moon: ugh so judgy đ imma prove you wrong
(He made her a sex playlist that night. She stubbornly skipped the damn song when she touched herself to it. Out of principle.)
Some nights they didn't even have anything to do with sex. Some nights he would talk her ear off about his day while she prepares herself dinner. Other nights, Y/N would be buzzed from double espresso, ranting about her assignment or the undergradsâ papers sheâs grading while he tidied up his flat. And when neither of them could sleep, they would just lie around in their own beds and talk about nothing.
âOh God, We're young and beautiful; we should be out celebrating life!" he groans as he stretches, head hanging upside down from the edge of the bed. âInstead weâre talking about how homemade Nandoâs will never taste the same as real Nandoâs.â
âI think youâre just a bad cook,â she pokes fun at him.
âWhy donât you be the judge of that?â
âHa, right.â the laugh comes out easy until she notices the meaningful silence on the other end. âOh.â
âYeah. Maybe... we can, I donât know, hang out once Iâm back in London.â
And then thereâs that. Little abstract plans with indefinite dates. Subtle reminders that thatâs all they are-- strangers. They might know all the minute details about each otherâs body and mind... And none of who they actually are.
Not even their face.
Itâs an unspoken agreement between them: heâs an actor, sheâs on track to be a university lecturer. Both of them would be in big trouble if this naughty little secret gets out. So they settle on picking up little tidbits about each other. Just to give the illusion that they know each other. That theyâre less lonely than they actually are.
Until they donât have to be.
âWow. Huh...â she thinks hard to collect her thoughts. Granted, heâs never done anything to cause her distrust, but she still needs to be cautious⊠right? âSure. I mean, weâll see. You probably wonât be back in a while, right?â
âIâll be done in about a week, give or take,â he replies nonchalantly --or so he tries to be.
One week of their acquaintance felt like forever. They went from strangers to sharing childhood trauma in less time. But one week until they meet each other face-to-face⊠itâs too brash, too soon. Sheâs not ready. Her stomach twists and the palm of her hand sweats and --
âWe donât have to meet, of course,â he quickly adds. âI was just throwing it out there.â
But her heart drops. The possibility of not meeting now hurts more now that theyâve been presented the opportunity to do so, and she realizes just how much she wants to.
Y/N scratches her head, frustrated with herself. âI would love to, I just-- I donât know what to feel about it yet. Can we put a rain check on this?â
âAbsolutely. Take your time. Ballâs in your park.â
***
Fuck, fuck, fuck, fucking idiot!
Harrison internally kicked himself as he felt Violet withdrawing from him in that conversation. Sheâs completely fair not to trust him; he has access to her nudes and for all she knows, he could be a weirdo. He would retract his statement altogether if he could, if only it werenât too late.
She assured him sheâs fine, but he purposely avoided any talks of meeting up since then. Consciously stopped himself from saying shit like âsomedayâ on things they would do together. He didnât even tell her when he got back to London. Heâs simply grateful that things are slowly going back to normal between them.
Conversation is easy that snowy morning. Fresh off his run, Harrison finds amusement in her grumpy, sleep-deprived texts as he waits in line at his local coffee shop.
violetformyfurs: Is it not enough to snow on the last day of the term?
violetformyfurs: Do I really have to wait in a long line for coffee, too?? God????
blue--moon: just got off my morning run. hello you ;)
violetformyfurs: How do people live like this
blue--moon: out of sheer willpower?
violetformyfurs: Oh go fuck yourself.
blue--moon: đ in your defense, some of us donât have to burn through a million papers til 3am last night
violetformyfurs: Wow, I told you to go fuck yourself and you jumped to MY defense?
violetformyfurs: Guess chivalry isnât dead after all
blue--moon: call me your knight in shining Nikes lol
âMay I take your order, please?â a bored-looking guy behind the counter snaps him out of his reverie.
âSorry! Uh, can I have a medium hot Americano, please?â he smiles apologetically to him.
âSure. Name?â
âHarrison,â he answers and pays quickly, sauntering over to the pickup counter to avoid any further embarrassment.
He stands there gingerly, next to the girl who queued in front of him earlier. Pretty cute, all bundled up in a knitted scarf and glasses perched on her nose. Their eyes meet for a moment, and she briefly smiles at him-- well, as much a stranger would out of courtesy. Harrison barely smiles back when she looks back down on her phone, which he takes as a sign to return his attention to his.
blue--moon: youâre mean, thats what you are đ
violetformyfurs: I will stop being mean once I get
violetformyfurs: My
violetformyfurs: Coffee!!! đ€
âHot Americano, medium?â the barista announces.
Both Harrison and the girl reach for the paper cup at the same time. The latter stops just before their fingertips brush against each other and takes a double glance at his hand-- or where the labels are on the cup.
Thereâs a split second pause before she asks the barista, âDouble shot espresso for Y/N?â
Harrisonâs eyes go wide. He knows that voice. Heâs familiar with its rambles and laughs and whines and moans. He looks at the girl, then at her phone, then at his, barely aware of the exchange happening before him. He hears her speak and he hears her name, and his mind just clicks.
âAh yes, sorry. Here you go.â the man behind the counter huffs, handing to her and turning to get another cup. âOh! Another hot Americano. Medium, single shot for⊠Harrison?â
âI believe thatâs yours,â she pipes up, her eyes following him curiously.
âRight. Um. Thanks,â Harrison absently says to the barista. He doesnât walk away, either. Instead, he turns to the girl, âIâm really sorry, are you--â
âI think youâre--â
âWait.â she holds a finger up, takes a swig of her coffee like sheâs bracing herself, presses a few buttons on her phone, and looks at him expectantly.
Harrisonâs phone lights up in his hand and he shows her the screen: violetformyfurs is inviting you for a voice call.
âFuck,â they both say in perfect unison.
The barista stares at them confused and unamused. He quickly moves onto the next customer, and they swiftly move away from the counter. Both of them feel like theyâre floating just above the floor.
âIs this really happening? This isnât just my sleepy-ass mind playing tricks, right?â she thinks out loud, eyes wide and blinking slowly in disbelief.
Harrison shakes his head, still dazed from it all.
âWow-- itâs-- I--â her phone lights up in her hand and she barely glances at it before putting it on lock. âShit, I have to go. My class.â
âWait! Can I see you again?â he asks immediately, worrying heâs gonna lose his chance. Although now that heâs said it out loud, heâs also worried that she might get scared off. âMaybe after your classes or when youâre not--â
âMeet you back here at 3?â she cuts in, her voice quiet.
Harrison loses all words and just nods.
âOkay. Itâs good to finally meet you⊠Harrison.â her eyes crinkle as she says his real name for the very first time, as if figuring out the taste in her mouth.
He repeats her name over and over as she walks away, heading out into the cold. Loudly in his head, soundlessly on the tip of his tongue. Matches the name to the rest of her that he pieced out, bit by little bit in the past six weeks. What little he noticed of her in their surprise encounter earlier.
It suits her.
***
Y/N keeps opening and closing the message thread between herself and her mystery guy. And when sheâs not, the thought doesnât leave her the whole day. All she wants to do is to say, âCan you believe that we ran into each other totally by accident?â to the very person she ran into.
Harrison.
Whom she recognized by his hand when he reached for her coffee. She knows the line on the back of his hand like the back of her hand. And when she looks at the owner of that hand, it clicks.
Her last class of the day couldnât go fast enough. Sheâs only there to monitor the final exams, so she spends most of her 2 hours sitting there, waiting, thinking. The stack of her previous class' exams are ungraded and untouched. And before she leaves campus, she barely makes a beeline to the bathroom to apply some mascara and lipstick.
She arrives at the coffee shop early, hoping she'd get a few minutes to prepare herself for this meeting. Maybe she can even dip if she gets cold feet.
How stupid of her to think she'd get any more time than she'd already had the whole day.
Harrison conveniently sits on a corner table by the window, typing away on his laptop with his AirPods on. He looks so cozy in his knit turtleneck, glasses perched atop his nose. He spots her right away-- sitting facing the door, there's no way he would have missed her.
(He wouldn't have missed her with his back to her, he thinks. Not this time.)
Y/N awkwardly motions at the counter, and they exchange an awkward non-verbal exchange of 'I'll be there in a bit, I'm just gonna order some hot tea to calm the fuck down.' She tries to very discreetly fix her hair, which probably looks a mess from the wind and the tube ride.
"Hey!" Harrison beams, AirPods and laptop cleared and tucked away from the table.
Neither of them are sure where they're going. She goes in with one hand and he's already leaning forward, and they end up in a funny half hug/half handshake situation. As much as it embarrassed the hell out of them, it also gives them reason to laugh at themselves.
"This is⊠so strange.â Y/N grimaces as she takes her seat opposite him.
"I know, I've never really done this before." he chuckles, warmth rising on his cheeks as he settles back into his seat.
Sheâs trying to find something to say, but she gets caught off-guard by his eyes. She was much too distracted by the shock and the overall physical presence of him. But his clear-framed Wayfarers frame his handsome face, emphasizing his dazzling eyes.
Blue. Like his namesake.
âYou have very pretty eyes,â he breaks the silence with a quiet observation.
She bites the inside of her cheek, chucks it right back at him. âI could say the same about you.â
âThat was a cheap line, wasnât it?â the pink tinge returns to his cheek, although it doesnât feel like it ever went away. He laughs and she laughs along, but he means it. Her dark eyes are warm and comforting on this grey, icy day.
âAh, well, Iâll give it a pass,â Y/N coolly looks out the window. Then she flashes a cheeky smile at him, âThis time.â
And with her bright personality, it lights a fire deep within his stomach. God, he likes this girl.
âSo howâs your last day of class?â he smoothly switches back to casual small talk. âDid Sleepy Joe come through?â
âRight, yeah!â she beams this time. âHe came into class just in the nick of time, and Iâm... pretty sure he answered most of the questions?â
âWahey, well done!â
âI haven't graded it, but it looks okay! Like, itâs coherent so far."
"So far." he reminds her. "Who knows, man, maybe he fell asleep halfway through a sentence and started... doodling Shrek or something."
"You're a man with peculiar taste, you know that? Shrek and Nickelback and all thatâŠâ she muses, purposely leaving the part where she thinks itâs cute as fuck.
âCome on, you like âem, too,â he goads her through his coffee cup. âWe both know youâre not always into--â
âInto what?â Her eyebrows shoot up challengingly.
âThe deep, important stuff that reflects⊠you know, the society in the past or present. Or future.â
âYou sound like Sleepy Joe trying to bullshit his way through my class.â
The little inside jokes seem to flow easily then, as if theyâve had this conversation numerous times. And in retrospect, they have. Spread over many afternoons, over copious cups of tea. Just always with hundreds of miles between each other. Never separated by a mere foot length of a coffee shop table. Elbows nearly bumping.
Hands well within reach as they catch up like old friends.
Or old lovers. They havenât decided on that yet. If their knees touch under the table, or their hands accidentally brush as they grab their cups, they say nothing.
And before they know it, they talk and talk until the barista quietly (but pointedly) comes up to them to say the cafeâs closing up. Y/N eyes glints at the sheer amusement of this innocent bystander, and Harrison struggles to keep his laughter in.
âHeâs not really a big fan, is he?â Harrison snickers as the guy returns to the back of the counter.
âOh, Iâm sure heâs ecstatic. He just witnessed a meet-cute that held up a long line in the morning and now these assholes are back, holding him up at the end of his shift.â she rolls her eyes playfully. âIâm sure he thinks weâre adorable.â
Truth be told, they are.
And truth be told, Harrison is not quite ready to go back to being by his singular self just yet. So as they walk out of the coffee shop and reach the curb, he musters up the courage to ask,
âSo whatâs the rest of your night look like?â
âProbably just make myself some dinner, have a drinkâŠâ Y/N gingerly scratches the back of her ear. âJoin me?â
And there it goes. A simple, two-word question, and a look on her face-- so subtle yet so beyond words- that tells him maybe she enjoys his company, too.
"Lead the way," he offers his arm.
She takes his arm and huddles up closer as she shivers from the cold gust of wind. The layers of clothing a stark contrast to their usual state of undress in their pictures, the surprisingly wholesome conversation at the cafe, the quiet walk back to her flat⊠theyâre not exactly what she expected.
But maybe itâs just what she needed.
"So I gotta ask," she starts, and he knows where this is going. "And I donât mean this in a nosy, possessive kind of way, but-- why didn't you tell me you were back in town?â
Harrison contemplates an excuse. He could tell her heâd just arrived, or heâd come back early on a whim, or he was planning to visit his mother first anyway. But he doesnât. âWell⊠I didnât wanna make it weird between us. Didnât wanna make you feel like-- I donât know. Like Iâm pressuring you to meet me, you know?â
âThatâs very thoughtful of you,â she notes, and then coolly adds, âBut honestly, I'm fine. If I feel like youâre pressuring me into anything, Iâll let you know, alright?â
âOf course.â he quietly smiles to himself, although he doubts it would ever come to that. Heâd happily wrap himself around her little finger. So bold, so beautiful, so sure of herself.
Y/N catches his smile and finds herself doing the same, too. He looks at her like heâs perpetually in awe of her, and it makes her so fucking weak.
âAnd for what itâs worth⊠Iâm glad we decided to meet up.â she puts a reassuring hand on his arm.
âI donât think we had a choice the first time, technically.â
âMan, get out of here with your technicalities!â she jokingly shoves him away with her over-the-top John Mulaney impression, sending him laughing and stumbling on the slippery ground.
She leads him up to the second floor of her building, welcoming him into her humble one-bedroom flat. She half wishes sheâd tidied up before she left this morning--she has empty mugs serving as paperweight for assignments sheâs grading and her knit blanket balled up on one end of the couch because she couldnât be bothered to fold it before heading to bed last night.
Not that it matters.
To him, the mess is as much a part of charm as the rest. He likes how her shelves have books stacked and lined up in no particular order that he recognizes, documents sticking out like white tongues and all. He likes how she uses a succulent as a bookend. He likes the Polaroid pictures and bills and reminders on the fridge, held up by colorful enamel magnets. Itâs an extension of her that no amount of pictures or conversations can capture.
âSo,â she pipes up as he studies the framed pictures and diplomas on the wall, making him slightly jump. âYou gonna help me cook or what?â
***
Harrison makes himself useful by picking the music (No Nickelback, Y/N warns, and they settle on a more mutually liked Childish Gambino) and playing sous chef. And heâs a pretty good sous chef, too; sets up the âstationsâ all neat and organized, chops up the vegetables without so much a chunk out of place, even though heâs rather careful about the amount of seasoning he puts in. He navigates the narrow space of Y/Nâs kitchen well enough, hand instinctively landing on her lower back every time he slides past her and vice versa. Chattering away like it doesn't make their hearts skip a beat at that little touch. When the conversation dies down, they let the music fill the companionable silence.
Come dinner-time, they casually play footsie over flirty banters. He compliments her on her scrumptious cooking ("I'm simply using the spices your people colonized my people for," she side-eyes him in good nature.) He takes it as a challenge for when he cooks for her next time. And they go about it as if they're certain that there will be a next time.
And by the time they finish the bottle of wine, they're fully cuddling on the sofa, mildly tipsy and incredibly cozy. Shoes off and sock-clad feet up on the couch, Y/N folds her legs and leans them over Harrison's lap as she curls up on his chest, cheek smushed against his soft grey turtleneck. They're watching The Hobbit although the volume is low and they spend most of the time talking about something else.
"Isn't it funny how we basically put several dates together all in the span of one evening?" he chuckles. "We had coffee, dinner, drinks, NetflixâŠ"
"Man, I don't even know where we're at anymore. I mean, you saw my tits before you even talked to me."
He hums lightly. "And what nice tits they are, too --pardon my French.â
She brushes him off, âOh, please. Talk French to me any damn day, Harrison.â
He laughs, but says nothing else. When she looks up at him, she catches him deep in thought.
âWhat is it?â
âItâs just⊠funny to hear you say my real name.â
âWould you prefer me to call you âbabyâ like we used to on the phone?â
Her words are playful, but the air swells around them in an instant. Suddenly the weeks and weeks worth of tension is very palpable. They instantly become very aware of how close their bodies are pressed together. His clear blue eyes darken, darting between her eyes, black as night and ridden with mischief. âDo I have to choose?â
She doesnât miss his quick glance at her wine-kissed lips, and she quirks up a winning smirk. âHarrison, baby⊠You can have whatever you want.â
And just like that, they close the gap between their lips, neither knowing or caring who goes in first. Not a day goes by without them secretly picturing what kissing the other would feel like, and now that theyâre there, as close as they can be, itâs like a sigh of relief. Talking to Harrison has always felt like a thrill, but in that moment, their words cease, fingers weaving into his brown curls, breaths syncing in, and Y/N feels⊠calm.
Well.
As calm as they can be, all enshrouded in warmth until the growing heat overwhelms them.
He wants more, more, more of her. The red wine is ten times sweeter on her tongue, and the faint smell of her clothes and her shampoo and her perfume just intoxicates him. And when she giggles at how he chases her kiss⊠God.
He murmurs something Y/N doesnât quite hear.
âHm?â she pulls away.
Harrison is quick to bury his pretty face in her neck, leaving a trail of soft little kisses to the back of her ear. Then, âHowever you want me, Y/N. I want it all.â
âFuckâŠâ she breathes out, pushing him back. Before he even computes, she pulls him up to his feet and leads him to her bedroom door.
Somehow the six-feet distance between her door and her bed feels like miles, and theyâre tangled in the endless layers and layers of clothing to peel off. Harrison trips on his sweater and lands just at the edge of the bed. Y/N laughs at him until her own sweater gets stuck and he has to unceremoniously help her out of it. It's not perfect, but somehow it just makes it so.
The giggles turn into sighs as he undoes her shirt button one by one and replaces it with a trail of kisses down her chest. And the sighs turn into moans as his tongue and teeth get involved, marking and soothing her soft mounds. Leaving a wet patch on the sleek surface of the fabric, and a slick sheen on her smooth skin.
He gazes up at her in permission when his hand ventures up her back, right where the hooks are. She bucks up into him to let him do the honors. He undoes her bra in one swift movement of one hand, but then fumbles for a word at the sight of her bare-chested, spread-eagle like some obscene statue and heâs right there kneeling before her at the altar.
âJesus fuck me,â is the first thing that comes out of her mouth, and he remembers the telling off he would get back in boarding school.
But far be it for Y/N to reprimand him for that. Itâs ridiculous and nonsensical and completely honest. So she bites her lower lip in a discreet smile and remarks, âYou like?â
âI love,â he sighs as he puts a pebbled bud in his mouth, one after the other, ingraining the feel of it on his tongue, on the pad of his thumb. The sound of her moans as he sucks and nips at it.
Y/N is completely shameless about reaching underneath her panties as she clenches for who knows how many times. The cotton is completely soaked through, but before she can indulge herself, his hand stops hers.
âNo, let me,â Harrison all but whines, like a little boy threatened to get his toy taken away. His fingers hook onto the waistband possessively.
She lifts her hips, but slides slightly off of the bed anyway. He doesnât seem to mind; his face is only closer to that spot between her legs after all. His hand trails a path from her ankle, along her calf, behind the back of her knee, up her inner thigh⊠over her glistening pussy.
He canât believe sheâs real.
He licks up her nether lips, slowly sinking into the folds. His tongue ebbs and flows on her clit and fuck if it doesnât make her shiver. First gently, as if gauging her reaction, then sloppily. As if he canât help himself. Heâs ravenous and sheâs allowed him to feast on her.
She is selfish in the indulgence of her pleasure. The moans that come out of her mouth shamelessly fill the room, probably seeping through the walls. Her nail-polished fingers tangled in his brown curls, keeping his head right where she wants her. She chases his mouth with her hips, curves arching and aching to be devoured. He takes and takes and takes, and she wants more, more, more.
"HarrisonâŠ" Y/N tugs at his hair a bit. "Your fingers."
And Harrison has heard this request a million times. Only this marks the first time he can actually give her what she wants.
He pulls away to see his middle finger trace the outline of her cunt, watching her clench around nothing at the slightest of the touch. He reaches her clit and rubs circles around it, pressing it gently to let out the beautiful breathy moans from her lips.
"Is there where you want me?" he teases her, a shit-eating grin hidden behind a bite on her thigh.
She groans in response. "You know exactly where I want you."
"I really don't," he replies matter-of-factly, puppy dog eyes staring up at her. "Maybe I need you to tell me."
She's so close to her orgasm, and yet she's inching further and further by the second. "Inside me, god-fucking-dammit!â she urges through her teeth, her grip on his hair sending him enough surge of delicious pain down his spine.
And sends him in line, too.
âYou like that, baby?â Y/N pulls his hair back and watches his eyes shut closed in pleasure. âYou gonna be good and fingerfuck me like I told you to?â
âFuck yeah.â he breathes, licking up at her one more time, and in a split second of eye contact, he spits right on her sopping cunt before he sinks his middle finger into her.
Caressing her. One finger and then another.
And she swears she might just come right then and there. No toy, no fantasy could ever amount to this.
To him.
âHarrisonâŠâ she whimpers, not knowing whether to grind into his hand or grab a fistful of his hair to steady herself. In the end, she does both.
His motion picks up to an incredible pace, fingers switch rapidly between fucking her and rubbing her, moving so fast he's practically slapping her clit. It sets her body on fire, and she gladly goes down trembling and thrashing in her burn for him.
In her haze of orgasm, she barely registers Harrison crawling up over her, pressing light comforting kisses on her chest. But she needs air, and she seeks it in his kiss. Her own arousal on his mouth brings her back to life, and she laps at the remaining juices on his chin, before kissing him deeply, properly.
"Holy fuck," Y/N says between labored breaths. "You eat pussy like a porn star."
"Still think I'm a bad lay?" he smugly pokes fun at her.
"I never said you were! I'm just saying, statistically, there's a chance that you might beâŠ" she pouts in protest.
"Sure. 'Statistically.'" he rolls his eyes sarcastically, prompting her to turn them both over so she's on top.
And God, what a sight he is, sprawled out in her bed like this. No amount of good angles and quality photographs can ever capture this moment so⊠authentically. The streetlight illuminates the gentle rise and fall of his chest through the window. In this close proximity, she can closely admire the slope of his nose and the sharp lines of his cheekbones. His kiss-swollen lips turn upward in a smile, and Y/N doesn't even try to resist the urge to bring her own lips to his again.
There's no pretense in their kiss. The walls of courtesy are knocked down, and they bear no shame in their want anymore. She's been dying to explore him, and he's more than ready to give all of himself to her.
Y/N guides his arms over his head, drawing lines over the bumps and ridges of his lean muscles. She gently squeezes his wrists, and he's all too happy to oblige in keeping them in place.
"Excited, are we?" Her thigh brushes over the tent he's pitching, and she can't help but tease him.
He only blushes when she peels off his boxer briefs. She doesn't touch him there yet, of course-- she laves at his hip bone and inner thighs, avoiding his glorious hard-on. His lexicon seems to have left him when she makes her way down his abs. The only words that stay with him are praises in her name and curses to the beautiful agony.
"Y/N!" Harrison whines.
"Alright, alrightâŠ" she relents with a light laugh as she finally swallows his cock whole, all at once.
He feels his soul getting yanked out of his body as he hits the back of her throat the first time. Y/N takes a moment to even out her breath, but soon bobs her head up and down along his thick length.
Suddenly keeping himself in place isn't such a small feat anymore. He fists at the bedsheets to stop himself from grabbing her hair. But his hips buck up into her as if without his own accord, making her gag.
"Sorry! Sorry--"
"Eager, are we?" She smirks, glancing down at the precum leaking out of his purplish tip.
"I need to be inside you before I bust, I swear to GodâŠ" he sits and pulls her back up with him, her thighs straddling his.
"Can't help it. You taste so fucking good." Y/N chuckles, nuzzling his nose.
"Yeah? Show me."
Her stomach flips as she cups her face. It's a strangely tender moment in this otherwise obscene activity. He tilts back, letting the warm light wash over his features, and she briefly wonders if he's carved by the gods. Her thumb traces his lower lip, flesh instead of marble, and kisses him languidly. His cum and hers melding into one, tasting like absolute heaven. And before long, the thought of his cum and hers melding inside her takes over her mind until thereâs absolutely nothing else.
She doesnât even tease him. No. She lines his cock onto her entrance and bottoms out in one go. All words go out the window. Only breaths spelled out on each otherâs mouth. Limbs tangled up as close as can be. Bodies overwhelmed with the delicious pain of being stretched out by his thick girth and blinding grip of her inner walls.
Almost all words.
Harrison whispers her name, kissing her wherever he can reach her. He doesnât say it, but the words he said earlier echoes back in her head. However you want me, Y/N. I want it all.
And God, she wants it all.
She rides him hard and fast, and he meets her halfway on every thrust. They somehow find their pace in an off-beat rhythm, peppered with lips and hips colliding in the dirtiest fashion. His hand wanders down to her clit, sending the rest of her body in another wave of pleasure until her pace falters.
Y/N clings onto him like sheâs gonna get washed away otherwise. And he holds onto her, like heâs afraid sheâs gonna disappear as she logs off every night for the past six weeks.
But sheâs here, and so is he. And thatâs all that matters.
âFuck meâŠâ she sighs, burying her face in his neck.
âAre you saying or are you asking?â
She giggles, and he canât imagine ever being tired of her voice. âBoth.â
âSay no more, baby.â Harrison squarely kisses her hair and lays her down on the crumpled-up bedsheets.
He kneels before her, his beauty only rivaled by Michelangeloâs David, and slides into her once again. He takes a sharp breath and the Greek statue comes to life. She likes that she has that effect on him. She wraps her legs around his tiny waist, silent claiming him mine, mine, mine.
âYou feel so fucking good, what the fuck?â Harrison feverishly rambles, pounding into her in tight, shallow strokes.
âYeah?â she gives him a sharp smack on his ass. âGet to it, then.â
âDo that again and I just might.â
Smack! It sends shivers down his spine, and he canât get enough. He quickens his thrusts with every time her palm lands on his ass, and the idea of her handprint on his skin turns him on beyond belief. And when her delicate hand finds her way to his neck, squeezing him into a new height of ecstasy⊠heâs done for.
âHarrison.â
He spills out her name and his release at the same time. And in the warm spray of his release, she finds hers. Clenching and contracting until theyâre both left sweaty and breathless in their own mess. Piling on top of each other in comfortable silence.
âHey, stranger.â he leaves a peck on the tip of her perfect nose. âWhatcha thinking?â
She ponders over the word he used. Stranger. She ponders over how strange it is that heâs never felt like one to her. And even stranger that they have forever and a night to get to know each other. So she simply shakes her head and says,
Okay there's no way I can succinctly describe my feelings on Bloodmarked as a whole so you're getting a lil character breakdown on my beloved Valec
Valechaz is such a brilliant character, and not just because I'm totally in love with him and desperately want to be his concubine.
First of all, making him the baby was sO SMART on Tracy's part?? Like, it just makes the world feel a little fuller and warmer that he can be tied to North Carolina.
Second of all, he's the tall, dark, and handsome that black kids picture when they hear that description, and that makes my heart sing.
Valechaz being Valec which ties to Valec from The Lesser Keys of Solomon?? so smart. (yes i made that connection from lullabies of demonia, dont judge me)
also I looked up the original demon and its a young, cherub-like, angelic boy on a dragon. Like how Bree literally cant stop describing how Valec looks her age and is several hundred years older.
Valec's ability to be black and have rootcrafters be his family and that not adhering his demon-ness? but it also doesn't make him automatically submissive? Its an impressive balance.
AND ANOTHER THING!! His un-ending empathy. Even when his morals are unclear! Even when he has every reason to hate rootcrafters! Even when Sel has fought and disrespected him in his own bar!
Also his immediate desire to protect Bree is so beautiful. The way he immediately seems to resent Sel for hurting Bree. Even though we don't really know why exactly he's so kind.
a/n: just a short little story. i wrote this late at night i mean itâs 2:37 am and i might be a little delusional but weâll see how this turns out.
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It was a late night at the hotel. My teachers tried to bring my entire class out camping, but didnât check the weather and our tents ended up flooding at 2 in the morning. So they threw us all in hotel rooms.
Unfortunately, after the flooding and chaos and stressful moving of the tents bags and equipment into cars and the hotel, woke me up completely. Like, sleep was far away from my mind right now.
So, I decided to go for a swim. I didnât swim competitively or anything, it was just soothing and time consuming. Everyone was pretty much asleep, gaining the opposite effect that I got.
The pool was heated so it was warm. I set my towel down and dipped my toes in. I sighed as the warm water crept up my legs as my body moved farther into the pool. It was beautiful out here. The pool was surrounded by hotel rooms on two sides, and the other two were tall, thick bushes and trees, keeping the place secluded. The pool lights were still on. The lady I bumped into in the hall said she could ask to keep the pool running. She was nice.
There were lights hanging in a sort of elegant way along the trees and the rooms, delicately overlapping with each other, making it a dreamy setting.
I close my eyes and let my body relax, moving my arms slowly through the water. I sink down under the water, letting it rush over my head before I got back up and pushed my hair back.
âWowâ I heard someone say behind me. I jumped and turned around. It was (c/n).
âGod you scared me.â I smiled. (c/n) walked to the edge of the pool and dipped his feet in. I swam up and laid my arms next to him.
âThat was so, elegant. So fluid and mesmerizing.â I blushed.
âStop it.â I laughed, turning away from him. His eyebrows furrowed just the slightest bit.
âSeriously it was. It made me feel relaxed. Could you⊠show me how?â He asked. I looked back at him and laughed.
âShow you how to move your hand through the water?â I cocked my eyebrow and crossed my arms playfully.
âElegantly.â (c/n) added. I smiled.
âOkay sure why not.â I shrugged. (c/n) grinned and pulled off his shirt, revealing toned abs that were well taken care of. He caught me looking and smirked, but didnât say anything.
âOkay get in. But slowly. You want to let the water come to you, feel you.â I said. Completely making this up on the spot but glad it seemed to make some sense.
âPretty deep. Whereâd you get it from?â
âJust made it up right now.â He chuckled and I smiled, trying not to break my concentration.
âOkay. Put your arms out and just let your palms rest on top of the water.â He smirked.
âI think it would be better if you helped me? I would probably get it faster. Iâm a visual learner.â I rolled my eyes.
âFine.â I came up to him face to face. Trying not to get lost in his beautiful (e/c) eyes, I looked down to watch my fingers slowly glide down his slick, wet arm. I started at his shoulder and traced circles around his upper arm, till I reached his elbow. He shivered and I smirked this time. I used both hands to lift his arm up out of the water. I looked at him to see he was already staring at me intently, eyebrows slightly furrowed. I blushed and looked back at his arm again, concentrating on what I was doing.
I slid my hands over his arm, straightening it out, and slowly letting his hand rest on top of the water. I exhaled, not knowing I was holding my breath.
âThere. Feel relaxing?â
âMhm,â he hummed, still looking at me. âWhatâs next?â He asked softly. I took a deep breath and without saying anything, I pressed my back against his chest and moved my arm over his, guiding it through the water. Then I tangled my leg with his to move him in a slow circle. Thatâs when he took the opportunity to wrap his arm around my waist and pull me closer into him. My breath caught and he whispered into my ear from behind me.
âBeautiful darling. Why donât we move this to the jacuzzi? Itâs getting a little cold.â My heart was beating so fast and the close proximity of our bodies kept me occupied with a warm feeling. But as I focused on it he was right. It was cold.
Without taking his arm away he guided me towards the steps of the pool. What is happening right now?? I thought.
He guided me out of the water and I could feel his eyes burning into my back. We made our way over to the jacuzzi where he sat down and pulled me over to him. I blushed as I was now sitting on his lap, his arms wrapped around me and his lips dangerously close to my ear.
âI like you (y/n). I think youâre stunning, just absolutely beautifulâŠâ He confessed. I was shocked. Feeling a rush of confidence I turned around to straddle him and cupped his cheek in my hand.
âI like you too.â Instantly his lips were on mine and we began making out. His tongue immediately fought for dominance. I groaned as he grabbed my hips, pulling me in to feel his bulge between my legs. I smiled against our kiss, moving my hand down to stroke it through his bathing suit. He moaned and bit my bottom lip. I grinded my hips down on him in response.
He moved his lips down to nip at my neck and his thumbs her looped around the edge of my swimsuit bottoms.
I smiled and slowly got up off (c/n)âs lap. He whimpered in response.
âGotta go back to my hotel room baby itâs late.â I said seductively. He ran out after me.
âWait!â He caught my wrist and pulled me back into him. Holding me close he leaned in and pressed a soft kiss onto my lips. Then he walked me up to my hotel room and never made it back to hisâŠ
pairing:Â [best friendâs brother] tom holland x college!reader
summary: you didnât expect to spend your summer pretending to be your best friendâs girlfriend- then again, you didnât expect to fall for your best friendâs brother, either.
warnings:Â swearing, mentions of sex
word count: 2.3k
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Sam was waiting on the bed when you made it back to your room. He raised his eyebrows expectantly when you came into view.
âSo where were you?â he asked.Â
All youâd responded to his text with was be right there, not giving him an answer of any sort. You had tried to buy yourself time to come up with an excuse for why you werenât in the room yourself, but that had evidently backfired on you since you still had nothing. Youâd tied your wet hair back in the hopes of making it look less obvious that you had just taken a shower since you were still wearing your dirty clothes, but that was honestly the least of your worries
âI was with Tom,â you answered, figuring a half-truth was better than a full lie.
âDoing what?âÂ
âHe felt bad for me, I guess. Didnât want me to be alone so he invited me to hang out.â
Sam seemed to buy it, but he still looked confused. âYou know you didnât have to say yes, right?â
You rolled your eyes at him. âI know. I said yes because I wanted to. Your brothers can be fun to be around.â
 âI guess,â he murmured.
âNot as fun as you, donât worry,â you reassured him.Â
âI wasnât worried!â
âSure you werenât.â
He brushes you off by shaking his head in denial before changing the subject. âAnyway, did you guys eat? Are you hungry?â
âI could eat.â
âI think thereâs a place down the street thatâs still open where we could go grab some soup, if youâre feeling up for it.â
âSure, but didnât you already eat with Harry?â
âYeah, I was just gonna tag along so you could have some company.â
âYou donât have to do that.â
âItâs not like Iâve got anything better to do.â
The streets were unsurprisingly empty. It was strange to see the wide sidewalks devoid of all of the foot traffic you had grown accustomed to in big cities like this. The restaurant Sam had mentioned was a little hole-in-the-wall noodle shop squished in between department stores. A flickering neon sign hanging in the window above the door was the only indication that it was still open and you still hesitated before pushing open the door, just in case it was actually closed and they had forgotten to turn off the sign.Â
It was about as busy as youâd expected. There were couples and groups of friends scattered throughout the room, all grabbing a quick bite to eat at the only place whose kitchen was still open at the late hour.Â
Everyone else was dressed to go out and you were still wearing your stupid Holland Family Vacation t-shirt. Sam had put on a hoodie over his so at least you werenât matching.Â
He helped you order from the English menu and then picked a booth for you both in the back of the restaurant.Â
âThanks for this,â you sighed, holding up the receipt and gesturing to the place.
âLeast I could do after ditching you.â
âYou didnât ditch me, Sam. I had to practically beg you to go to that thing with Harry.â
âYeah, yeah whatever.â
âYouâre so stubborn!â you scoffed, rolling your eyes.Â
âWhy do you think weâre best friends?â
âBecause you didnât know anybody when you started school and I was the first sorry sucker that you stumbled across.â
It was his turn to roll his eyes. âShut up.â
You tried to kick him underneath the table but he saw it coming and moved his leg before your foot could make contact.Â
âNice try.â
A server delivered your soup shortly after the kicking incident and dropped off a plate of dumplings as well. You almost told them you didnât order them, but Sam simply thanked them and slid the plate over to his side of the table.
âI thought you already ate,â you mumbled in confusion.
âI did but that was hours ago,â he responded defensively. âAnd I know you hate eating alone.â
You smiled gratefully and leaned down to slurp up some of the broth from your miso soup. It burned your tongue a little, but you still managed to swallow it. Soup was best piping hot anyway- unless of course, itâs a fruit bisque or gazpacho, but thatâs a different story.Â
When soup is hot, you can feel it warming you from the inside out. Thatâs why everyone eats it when itâs cold outside or when theyâre sick with chills. At least, thatâs what your mother always told you to get you to eat soup.Â
The miso soup wasnât your motherâs chicken noodle that was actually from a can, but it still comforted you the same. Your cramps had already subsided from the medicine you took... and from the orgasm Tom had given you, but food also soothed the ache.Â
âWant a dumpling?â Sam offered, holding one of the wontons out to you with his chopsticks.Â
You opened your mouth as an answer and he fed it to you, nearly dropping it into your soup in the process.Â
âPretty good, right?â he asked.Â
âVery good,â you agreed.Â
Once you were both done you cleared your bowls and set them in the bin by the door, thanking the cashier again before letting yourselves out. You were in no rush to get back to the hotel, but you did have to get up early the next day to get everything on the itinerary done before your flight in the evening.Â
You took another shower when you made it back to your room, saving yourself the trouble of lying to Sam again. You needed to get the fried food smell out of your hair anyway.Â
You crawled into bed after trading the shower with Sam, willing yourself to fall asleep before he was done so that you wouldnât have to lie awake next to him feeling guilty like you had the night prior.Â
It must have worked because the next time you opened your eyes it was light outside. It was your alarm, not the sunlight, that had woken you up though. You rolled over with a groan to shut it off, noticing you had a couple of texts from Tom. Sam was waking up next to you so you ignored them, turning your phone face down on the bedside table just in case he looked over.Â
âReady for another day of family fun?â he groaned.Â
âAlways.â
You got ready together and packed the rest of your things in your suitcase. Since you were only in Beijing for a couple of days, you hadnât really made the effort to unpack. Everything was easily stuffed back into your luggage in a matter of minutes. You helped Sam with his while he brushed his teeth. He had always been slow to get ready.Â
Despite your best friendâs speed or lack thereof, you and Sam were the first ones down in the lobby. The rest of his family members trickled in slowly. First Harry, then Tom, and finally his parents.Â
You checked your bags with a luggage storage facility a block or so from the hotel so that you could walk around the city without worrying about it. The service was actually quite cheap and came with an option to insure your items just in case anything were to happen to them. You didnât have anything valuable in your belongings aside from your laptop, but even that wasnât anything crazy expensive. You couldnât say the same of the rest of the Hollands. Tomâs backpack alone was some fancy brand you didnât recognize. Dom paid the extra fee for the insurance and herded everyone outside so that you could make it to the Forbidden City before scrambling to the airport.Â
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Youâd think with how much traveling youâd been doing in the past month that youâd be used to the chaos of airport security and customs but somehow you were still caught off guard by the TSA agents randomly selecting you to be searched.Â
âFucking again?â you muttered to yourself as they pulled you aside.
âYouâre just lucky, babe,â Sam said sweetly with a pat on your back.
This time, he waited for you while the rest of the Hollands went ahead to the gate. It didnât take as long since you were the only one from the group that was selected.Â
âTheyâre about to start boarding, câmon,â he ushered you through the terminal as soon as you were released, leading you by the hand as you weaved through the crowds. The whole ordeal gave you a strange sense of deja vu.Â
His parents were waiting by the front desk at the gate. They explained that Harry and Tom had already boarded and that you and Sam should go ahead and board too while they sorted something out.Â
âDo you think everythingâs okay?â you asked as you scanned your boarding pass.Â
âIâm sure itâs fine,â he assured you, not sounding entirely confident in the matter.Â
âI can take the middle seat this time,â you offered, shimmying through the aisle so that you could walk and talk to Sam at the same time.Â
âAre you sure? Itâs a long flight.â
âIâm sure,â you insisted. âYouâve sat in the middle like every time so far.â
âThatâs because I want you to be comfortable.â
âThatâs very chivalrous of you.â
âI know, Iâm a great boyfriend.â
You rolled your eyes and let Sam squeeze by to settle into the window seat before sliding in next to him. You made eye contact with Tom as you hovered in the aisle. He was a handful of rows back with Harry and some stranger. He raised two fingers to his eyebrow in a cocky little salute, making you roll your eyes yet again.Â
Tomâs pick for the family trip was Bali, Indonesia. Unfortunately, there was no direct flight to Bali from Beijing which meant that youâd have to make two connections before finally touching down on the island.Â
Sam told you that he picked it because he was a sucker for nostalgia. Apparently, the three of them had visited together a few years ago during one of the press legs for his Spider-man movies and had the best time. He had loved it so much that heâd wanted to go back ever since and bring their parents, but was so busy that he never had the chance until now.Â
The seat next to you stayed empty until the very last minute, giving you the false hope that youâd score extra space. It was eventually filled by a girl who looked to be about your age, who greeted you and Sam politely before sticking her AirPods in her ears and ignoring you entirely.
You could tell that your best friend was into her as soon as he laid eyes on her. She was exactly his type- thick, tall, and she wasnât giving him an ounce of attention. She checked all of his boxes.
âKeep it in your pants,â you muttered, unsure of whether she could hear you and/or speak English. You didnât care either way.
âI wasnât going to do anything,â he shot back defensively.Â
âYeah, well your eyes are about to pop out of your head. Dial it back.â
âShhh!â
âOh sorry, am I embarrassing you?â
âYes, kind of.â
âSucks.â
âYouâre the worst wingwoman ever.â
You nudged him subtly with your shoulder. âIâm not a wingwoman, Iâm your girlfriend.â
âI know, I know.â
âThen fucking act like it!â
âYes, dear,â he sighed and laced his fingers with yours.Â
You leaned over to whisper in his ear. âMaybe she could be our third.â
His eyes widened. âReally?âÂ
âNo!â
In all honesty, you wouldnât mind having a threesome with a stranger, especially if they were as pretty as the woman next to you. It wouldnât be your first time. But you could never cross that line with your best friend, especially now that you were involved with Tom.
 You felt a little guilty for cockblocking him since you were getting laid, by his brother of all people, but there was just no feasible way to make it happen for him.Â
âEven if you did have enough game to pull her, thereâs no way youâd be able to get away with a quickie in between flights.â
You kept glancing at the girl next to you out of fear that she was listening in and totally creeped out and horrified by your conversation about her, but she still had her earbuds in and had appeared to have dozed off.Â
âYou donât know what Iâm capable of!â
âYes, I do! Iâve spent too many nights in your living room being forced to hear what youâre capable of.â
Sam scoffed at you. âPerv.â
âWhat part of âforced to hearâ didnât click?âÂ
He glared but didnât respond. Your whispering was beginning to get heated so you mutually decided to stop talking for the time being so that no one would be able to overhear you. Instead, you just traded increasingly absurd looks until you both got bored.Â
Sam was the first to fall asleep, slumping against the wall of the plane in a position that couldnât be comfortable. Heâd forgotten to close the shade of the window so you leaned over and closed it for him so that the setting sun wouldnât wake him up.Â
 You were about to join him, leaning over to rest your head against his shoulder, when your phone buzzed in your back pocket. You werenât used to receiving notifications on a plane, but the airline you were flying had in-flight service. You had to shift awkwardly in order to reach your pocket and not wake either of the people beside you up.Â
You make me flutter (Vmin x Fairy! Reader)(Drabble)
W.c: 1.8k
A/n: this is just pure fluff. i have no excuses other than that i saw that video and completely melted at the idea of vmin finding fair reader while they where looking for four leaf clovers! please enjoy this and tell me if you liked itÂ
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Jimin and Tae are on a date (their 4 year anniversary date to be exact) looking for a four leaf clover in a field when they find you- a fairy sleeping among the clovers with cute little iridescent pink and green wings, huffing out little puffs of fairy dust as you sleep
jimin is so awestruck by you that he doesnât notice Tae stepping close, shoving him at the last moment. tae narrowly avoids stepping on you and startling you so bad that you flutter awake and strain your wing. Theyâre so apologetic and since you canât really fly- they insist on taking you with them and taking care of you at least until your wing heels. You agree shuddering to think of all the mean cats or hawks that might prey on you if you canât fly away.
// âthere is a chemical formula for love. dopamine, serotonin, oxytocin. it can be easily manufactured in a lab, but overdosing on any of them can cause schizophrenia, extreme paranoia, and insanity. let that sink in.â ]]
â youâre barreling into his life when he least expects it, stealing all his attention until the nights spent studying are replaced with rolling around the sheets. heâs hopelessly romantic and youâre in it for the fun, but no one told you it would ruin your life.
pairing: shyboy!jungkook x fuckgirl!reader
fic type: social media au
side ships: vmin⊠sope(?)
genre: smut!! college au, friends with benefits, f2l. angstâŠ
warnings: yn is very cynical when it comes to love and jungkook is the exact opposite⊠so be prepared for the hurt feelingsâŠ
updates: everyday!
status: ongoingâŠ
A/N: timestamps make sense throughout the fic. if u want to be added to the tag list, send me an ask! + if youâve asked to be on my permanent taglist, you do not need to ask to be added to this one !!
Yoongi finds himself pressed up against you with the backside of your body hugged to his front, his face deep in the intoxicating scent of the blood pumping through your neck. Maybe he shouldâve slept on the couch tonight like he usually did. Your close proximity was driving the inner lust in him mad. He had just fed the other day on blood bags, so he doesnât know why he canât stop sniffing you. It canât be hunger. He is probably just feening to taste you again.
The moonlight shinning through the curtains illuminates your melanin skin as Yoongi slowly drags the blankets from your body. Youâre barely covered up, wearing cotton underwear and a thin tank top thatâs allowing your nipples to perk through at the chilling air now exposed to your skin. Beautiful skin is all that Yoongi can see. His body fidgets as if heâs about to snatch you up and take you right then and there, but he quickly calms himself, starting his trustworthy breathing exercise. The fear to hurt you isnât enough to scare him though, because he carefully touches your bare arms and plants kisses on your shoulder, tasting your sweet skin.
You move against him. âYoongi?â is softly groaned under your breath. He ignores your awakening and continues to treat you. You moan at his ministrations, stretching your body out and bringing your hand back to rub against his face. Yoongi doesnât miss how you arch to offer your neck to him without him asking. His fangs click into place.
âIâm sorry...â
A sleepy hum is all you respond to him with.
He tightens his hold on you so that youâre as immobile as he needs you to be so that he doesnât cause unnecessary damage. Thankfully, your body only tenses a little when his large fangs rip into you. Your addicting blood floods into his mouth, quenching his thirst immediately. He almost loses himself by grinding up into your ass and groaning as he drains you, but he stops.
You weakly turn to him when he pulls his teeth out of you. Thereâs blood dripping from the wound on your neck to between your chest. He doesnât hesitate to lick your wound over and the redness trailing into your tank top.
âIâm horny now,â you mumble while you run your fingers through his dark, red locks as he laps up the blood off of you.
Yoongi finishes cleaning you, but he places you on your back on the pillows. Beginning to kiss all over you, his destination clearly between your legs, he gives you a sharp smirk.
my brain is rotten with dumb sub felix between my thighs begging to try to make me cum with his cute little fingers his face already covered in slick from when he tried with his mouth
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felix would be so eager to figure out what you like and learn to get you off in any way possible. he just desperately wants a chance to prove that he can be good for you and heâll quickly turn to begging if he fears you wonât indulge him a bit more. you love how willing felix is, trying his very best to find your favorite spots with his cute tongue and short fingers, whining for you to help him out when he just canât get it right.
itâs too bad your baby gets distracted so quickly. part of the reason making you cum is so difficult for him is because he gets so lost in the way you feel around his fingers and taste on his tongue, the way you twist your hands in his hair and coo at him with that voice that makes him feel dumb and floaty. sometimes itâs all too much and felix canât help pressing his free hand against his clothed erection. his hips keep subtly pushing forward against the tingling stimulation until his orgasm makes him gasp and shake, your pleasure abandoned for a minute as felix gets overwhelmed by his own high.
you canât really be upset with your selfish baby though. not when his glassy eyes widen with panic when he realizes what heâs done, immediately pleading for another chance to make you feel good, maybe even suggesting you just use him this time because he knows heâs still too dumb to do it properly :(
